Clyde Needs to go Outside!

Today when Clyde needed to go out he dragged his harness into the kitchen behind me. He really knows how to communicate.

Clyde's Day In The Snow

This morning Clyde had his first walk in the snow-at least with us, but he is from South Carolina. At first he shivered when he stood in it, and sniffed in out all over the sidewalk. Then he went around as usual, not even seeming to notice when his muzzle was covered in it, and licking it off his paws once we got back the front porch. When I said to him "Wanna go out in the snow?" for the second time, he got all excited and started jumping, wagging his tail, and licking me.

Clyde: From Dog to Man

Tonight we were downstairs in my basement. We have two sling chairs and they were side vy side, Clyde on one, me on the other. The one Clyde was on was right up against my bookshelf. He had a couple balls and toys on the chair with him which he put on the shelf, the edge in front of the books. There was also some cushions pn the chair covered with a blanket so he wouldnt paw them and rip them. He went out the corner by the bookshelf and away from the back of the chair. With his hind legs on the shelf, he pawed up that corner of the blanket. Then he went to the back of the chair, did the same thing, and curled up in his little pile. He then used his front paw to pull the gathered part of the blanket up onto his stomach. My mom mentioned he reallt imitates human behavior, between that and other times we are downstairs when he might find a lottle bit of paper, or tape, or an earing and pick it up. He even tryed to go after a painting that fell behind a desk down there.

The Chewing Monster

Clyde has taken to chewing on just about everything I own. Pillows, slippers, shoes, blankets, robes, clothes, balls of yarn, plastic, random things on the floor. If I own it, Clyde can chew it. So to try to get him chewing on things that would be okay, my mom bought him a couple of chew toys. One is a cow. Stuffed, and long, it has stubby feet and arms and a small tail. Its eyes are brown with x's sewn over them. One of its ears has already been ripped off. The bottom part squeaks, and if you push its nose it moos. Sometimes we will randomly here it squeaking and Clyde will be under the couch, repeatedly biting that one part. Sometimes if he's in the mood to play, I'll get him excited and jumping, and then press the nose. He calms down, cocks his head, and doesn't go after it until it quiets down. He also has a plastic bone that he chewed on tonight, but seems to have gotten a bit frustrated with it because he can't make a real dent. Now he is asleep. He has a real bone as well, but still enjoys attacking my larger stuffed animals and biting at their faces.

Clyde and His Treats

When I got home the other day, I went up to my room with a couple treats for Clyde. I let him out of the crate and gave him one, which he put on the edge of my purple chair before coming back for more. I gave him the second one which he exchanged for the first one and hid under the bed. Then he hid the other one as well. One by one he took them out from the bed, ran around my room, over the chair, under my bench and bed and ate them. That was how Clyde made me laugh today.

Clyde's Blue Blanky

The other day, I was in my room getting my clothes ready for the next adventure at school. Clyde was on the big, fluffy, purple chair I have in my room. His small crate that he sleeps in has his be, a pillow of mine, and an airplane blanket. He got up , pulled the blanket out of the crate with his teeth, and dragged it over to the chair where he sat back down and cuddled. This may not seem funny, but imagine a small Dachsund, acting as if I weren't there, pulling a blanket hanging out of his mouth about three feet behind him. If you saw what I saw, it was pretty funny. Clyde is building up what we know as his personality more and more. A shout out to all my friends at school who have been visiting scince I spread the word: Thank you so much! If you like it and have an email then fo ahead and subscribe. Thanks a lot for visiting and if you have been around Clyde and know I forgot a story, then just tell me. Bye!

My Shredded Welcome

Today was my second day of school, a.k.a., Clyde's second day of being alone for seven hours. When I got home he was bouncing around and crying like usuall, but he also had a little surprise for me. Near our front door, (and his crate) we have a mat to leave our shoes on, a bit of to the side. It is small, and not the most important thing, but still, it served the purpose. Well this afternoon, it was half way pulled into Clyde's crate. He had taken off rubber bands wound around the braided tassels and left them in his crate. One edge was starting to be unraveled, and one edge had a piece  ripped off along with it being shredded. Note to Self: Keep things away from Clyde's crate.