Dog Diaries by Laurie Gayle

 Springtime in the South. What a great time of year to be a dog walker.
I arrive at Sammy and Charlie's place, two long time Dachshund friends of mine.

 Charlie greets me at the door in usual fashion with his little welcome jig and then his standard roll over belly rub move. Sammy is lounging in the bed, swaddled in blankets, resting before he attempts to keep up with his tireless brother on our walk. After Sammy gets his belly rub, we head out.

 Charlie announces our arrival in the backyard garden with a woof or two, his warning to the squirrels, rabbits and other dogs that we are on the beat.
I pause to admire all the beautiful flowers and plants in the garden and Charlie sniffs around, hoping to flush a baby rabbit or force a bullfrog to dive into the pond. Sammy looks up at me as if he is thinking "let's roll, I have a warm spot in the covers calling my name".

 We head out the garden gate and onto the nature trail. The boys sniff, root around and then proceed with their regular little Dachshund swagger down the trail, interrupted only once by some dogs that had to be told that this is Dachshund Land... Charlie tells them to get their paws in gear and there isn't room enough on the trail for all of us. Satisfied with the results of his bravado, Charlie lets us know that it's safe for us to keep walking. Sammy would roll his eyes if he could.

Sammy

Charlie

The boys are ready to head for home, anxious for their treat, kiss on the nose and afternoon nap.

What a perfect day... in Dachshund Land