My dog, you guys. He is seriously cute.
That’s him in the foreground: the little dachshund. In spite of the fact (FACT!) that the Oregon Coast is one of the most beautiful places in the world, he did not seem to be impressed with it on this trip. Can you blame the guy? Every few seconds, his little feet would be sinking slowly deeper into the cold, wet sand. These pictures were taken in July 2007, just before I moved down to Alabama, and it was probably in the 50s on the coast that day.
Egon likes to be cozy. He is a very snuggly little dude, in fact, which is what has earned him the nickname (among others*) of Captain Snuggles. His favorite thing to do in the morning after I feed him and walk him is to follow me back into the bedroom while I get dressed and ready for work. While I am busy blowdrying and spackling myself with makeup , he works his way into the covers on the unmade bed and fashions what is known as a doggy burrito. Sometimes he is completely hidden from sight, completely enveloped in a world of fluffy down, but usually some evidence of his presence is visible.
When I have to shoo him out of there so I can make the bed, he just looks at me, sighs heavily, and scurries away, waggling his little butt on his short, waddly legs.
He spends most of the day hanging out on the couch in the living room, keeping a watchful eye out the window for possible burglars (his stash of rawhides, Milkbones, and blankets MUST stay secure at all times) and waiting for me to come home.
He also loves hanging with me on the couch at pretty much any time ever, and if I am home during the day you can find him snuggled up in a blanket, just chillin’.
Sometimes he wraps himself up burrito-style, with only his feet exposed.
His feet smell like corn chips.
Sometimes he goes and gets his brown blanket (known as “blankie”) from his crate and drags it around with him. It’s a throw-size blanket, which he can just barely drag up to the couch in his teeth, its being about 3x his size. He is obsessed with the thing.
Sometimes he fights it, wrestling it into submission and shaking it wildly. Sometimes he licks it over and over again. Sometimes he just sits like this with it clenched between his jaws and bites it. I have no clue what the deal is, but rest assured there is some kind of special connection there.
I don’t ask too many questions, though, because what can you do when confronted with cuteness at a level this high?
*Other names he goes by: Eegs, Little Eegs, Little Guy, Little Buddy, Little Dude, Dude, Doodle, Doodle the Noodle, Bud, Buddy, Snuggle Buddy, Friend, Friendo, Friendito, Friendito Burrito.
Laugh if you must, but I am betting that if you have a pet you have some silly nicknames, too. Spill it!