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Oct 03
Bessie, Dachshunds No Comments
By Bess Kraemer – Age 6
Oh boy! I sure am tired! I just got back from visiting my Uncle Johnny and I am ready for a long doxie-snooze. Let me just tuck myself in and get comfortable and I’ll tell you all about it…
Ahhhh, that’s better. Now, where to begin? Well, it turns out that Momma and Poppa were having visitors today. A couple of missionaries from Ecuador were coming over for dinner and then some of the Churchies were joining them for dessert. Since I’m always on guard duty (that’s my job, y’know!), my folks thought it better if I had a visit with Uncle Johnny. So I wiggled into my little red harness and off we went. He only lives about six miles away, but with my tiny Dachshund legs it would take forever to walk there, so Poppa drove (I sat on his lap the whole time!).
Needless to say, Uncle Johnny was thrilled to see me (although he didn’t let on until Poppa had left). We had a really great time together. He offered me a bowl of cold water, but I was too excited by my new surroundings to stop for a drink. I had never been to his condo before, so I decided to check things out a little. I headed upstairs and was sniffing around for a bit while Uncle Johnny ordered a pizza for dinner. Since Momma had fed me before I got there, I wasn’t very hungry (I know, I know… Bess Kraemer not hungry? Well, it must have been the excitement or something…).
After dinner we went out for a walk. Even with a bum knee, Uncle Johnny was eager to show me around the neighborhood. When we got back he kept checking the temperature of my water bowl and refilling it with cool H2O as necessary. What a gracious host! I guess the polite thing for me to do would have been to at least take one sip… :)
Well, before I knew it Momma and Poppa had arrived and were ready to take me home. They thanked Uncle Johnny for taking such good care of me. Poppa even went over to the water dish and said how nice it was that he had provided it for me. So as my way of saying thanks too, I went right over next to Poppa and took a big drink. I didn’t understand the words that came out of Uncle Johnny’s mouth after that. Poppa told me later that he was saying “You’re welcome” but it didn’t sound like that to me…
So now I’m back home in my own bed and ready for some… *YAAAAAWWWWWWN* sweet doxie-dreams about my visit to Uncle Johnny’sssszzzzzzzzzzz…zzzz…zzzzzzz….