The reply

Jack’s response to my letter of yesterday.  

You hate me, I know it.  You brought that horrible little mongrel to my house to torture me.  

And no one is ever going to take me serious again with this ridiculous hair cut.

Fuck you. I’m going to run away.

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Return Address“.


Dear Jack

Dear Jack

I know that the last few days have been trying for you, my boy. The introduction of a new baby to a household is never an easy thing.

You need to know that you are not being replaced. You are, and always will be, my little prince. Just because Jamie has been attached to my lap for most of the last few days does not mean that you will never again have a turn. Just give him a chance to settle in. He’s still a baby and very needy (believe me, I would like to be able to the loo without razor-sharp nails digging into my legs or, worse, high-pitched squeals of distress on the other side of the door). You were also like that when you were small, remember? But you are my big boy now, so you need to be brave and give the little one a turn to feel the safety and security of mom’s lap. Come bedtime, I promise that you will still be first in line to snooze on top of my legs until they go numb.

You are not being punished for anything. We adopted him because we like him (no, really, we actually do) and because we thought you and Meg would enjoy some younger company.

Please don’t be grumpy with your new brother. I know he can be quite annoying, hopping about around you, pulling your beard, playing with your toys and sleeping in your favourite spots. But be patient. Everything will settle down soon enough. Growling and snapping at him is not going to help the situation. You are just making mom and dad cross. And frankly, Jamie does not seem to be too fazed by it, so it is probably a waste of energy.

One plus is that there is now puppy food in the house, which you seem to like much more than your own vet-prescribed food.  That makes things a bit better, doesn’t it?

I know that soon you will realise that Jamie is not so bad. In fact, I’m sure you are going to have a lot of fun playing together, chasing each other through the house and garden, and going for walks to the doggie park and the coffee shops on Fourth Avenue. I promise.

Until then, please don’t be so depressed. I want all my babies to be happy.


Your mom

PS: Tomorrow you are going for your first dog parlour appointment. I know the timing is bad. Like I said, we are not trying to punish you. You will look so pretty with a nice, neat haircut. Really. Please don’t run away to the SPCA.

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Literate for a Day“.

Cute distraction

I have a wonderful excuse not to have a proper, written post today.  So I thought I would share it with you so as to not miss a day of NaBloPoMo.

Here he is:

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His name is Jamie and he is the latest addition to our family.  Hubby Dearest surprised me yesterday with this little cutie pie.  How cool is my husband?!

Of course I can’t post photos of one baby and not of the others.  Here are our two wire-haired dachshunds, Meg and Jack:

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I’m going to play with the new puppy now…


On pets and how we became a family of four

A life without pets is truly a sad and empty life. It may be a life of clean houses, pristine carpets and sleeping peacefully without someone jumping on you and sticking a tongue in your ear, but it will be sad and empty. Well, it would be for me.  I suppose the same could be said of kids but since pets are generally cuter and fuzzier, don’t talk back, are never embarrassed of you and don’t need expensive education, I’ll stick to the pets, thank you very much.

As students my husband and I had two dogs, Shirley the Basset Hound and Murrin the Scottish Terrier.  A stint in Europe as exchange students and the commencement of our legal careers in the city brought about that Murrin and Shirley made a permanent move to our respective parents.  They’re still there today, almost ten years later.

So after a few years of it just being the two of us, I finally convinced my husband that it was time for some pets.  After some deliberation, we decided on dachshunds.

And so it came about that during July and August 2012 we got Meg and Jack…

Meg is a wire haired dachshund and Jack (little mow-hawked accident that he is) is a wire/long haired cross.

Meg and Jack’s favourite things:

  • all people
  • almost all dogs
  • our bed, preferably with goose down duvet and Egyptian cotton bed linen
  • the fireplace in our TV room
  • the Parkhurst doggie park.

For those of you who were wondering, yes, they were named after Jack and Meg White of The White Stripes (my husband was in a White Stripes phase when we got them).

Well, you’ll be seeing a lot more of our babies on this blog.  I just can’t get enough of them!