
Here are some fun pictures, my Daddy sent us of some dachsies having a race for Barktoberfest. Look how fierce they are!

Cheese...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I am trying to sleep, leave me alone!
Oh my goodness, it was a fun weekend around here. The Badgers and the Packers won and the Tigers are getting closer to being the champs. My Mommy sure knows how to throw a party. I wish you could have all joined me. Now I am exhausted. I can barely lift my head. I ate too much cheese and I think it is weighing me down, I can't get up.
Daddy is a sports nut, fanatic and every other word that there is for his addiction. Needless to say he is happy right now. When the Daddy is happy, everyone is happy. At least around here. I love my Daddy, I just wish he didn't yell at the talking box so much. I don't even like the talking box, cause when it talks no one pays attention to me. Sometimes I hear the doorbell ring or someone knocking at the door and I run to check. I hear everyone laughing and saying, silly pup, its just the talking box. I think it is evil. What do you think? Does your family have a talking box? Please let me know so we can figure it out together. Maybe the Scarlet Puppynickel will come and take it away(giggle).
Ok, Mom and big sis both say my feet look like bunny feet and they call this position "training wheels". I don't think so.
I am going to play Twix's name game. My story isn't very exciting though. My name was Sasha when my Mom and Dad rescued me and they didn't want to confuse me more so they kept it. My Mom really likes the name anyway. She says it suits me. I do have lot and lots of nicknames.
I continued on trying to get back to my dream, I know it was something good involving food and a new toy. Here we go, a nice stretch and back to dream land.

Now back to that dream, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn, ah treats, toys and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
When I think back about all we have gone through on our journey with Sasha, nothing sassy she did ever matters when I look at that face. She sleeps with me almost every night and I usually wake up with her back pressed against mine. When I get up she rolls all over my pillow and then we go down and start our day. She keeps me company and I don't know what I would do without her. She gives back all the love we give her in her own way. I think her biting and growling is just her way of venting. She certainly does make life interesting and you can't put a price on that.