Diabolical & Delicious

If you've never read this blog, you may still may have heard that I love hating squirrels. These diabolical little furballs are disguised to look cute, but in reality, they are evillllllll. If I could climb trees, they'd be dinner. And breakfast. And lunch. And even brunch! Since I haven't found a way to climb trees just yet, this guy will suffice in the meantime.

This one looks so much tastier than this yummy guy I devoured a few months ago.

How many more photos do you need before I can eat this thing???

Hmm. Heads or tails? Maybe tails...

Nope! I'll just start with the head. Chomp.

Off with your tasty little head!

Your trusty Neighborhood Squirrel Watcher,

Franny

Afternoon Stroll

With two other doggy siblings, it's often difficult to be able to spend some one-on-one time with Nina. When I was the only child, Nina took me everywhere, always. Now, we take turns going out with her shopping or running errands (because three's a crowd). I guess it's not so bad relaxing at home with a treat-filled Kong... But when I do get to go out, I have so much fun smelling new smells and meeting new people.

Pony was in town visiting from Florida and she and Nina took me out to Laurel St. in San Carlos.

There's a little park located in between the shops on Laurel. I was smelling all the dogs who had been there before but suddenly felt the urge to start digging. And because Nina's a party pooper, she dragged me away before I could cause any damage.

I wasn't happy.

We walked into the pet boutique, Bow Wow Meow.

Are you going to buy me anything???

A wall of toys! If I could take these home, it would be one of my biggest dreams come true.

I left with some of my favorite treats, which I will be sharing with a lucky reader in the next coming weeks. Stay tuned to find out how you can win!

Grrrr (stomach growling),

Franny

Pretty in Pink

Bay Area weather is pretty bipolar. It's hot then cold, then hot and now it's cold again! Because the cold has returned, I had to wear my pink trench coat out on a walk at Point Isabel.

I got many looks and double-takes wearing this coat. As much as I like the attention and looking good, I need to wear coats and sweaters so I don't freeze my little derriere off. Right, short hair doxies? When it's cold outside, I shake and shiver without one.

Look! It's the Golden Gate Bridge!

la la la...

Point Isabel has a beautiful view of the San Francisco skyline.

Our next trip to Point Isabel has been planned for a warmer day and not at sunset. We will return on a day where I can get dirty and dig in the dirt to my heart's content. I hope the Bay Area starts to warm-up soon!

Love,
Franny

Fort Funston with Holly

Meet Holly. She is my new doxie friend and is only just a pup. We met-up at Fort Funston awhile back for an afternoon of fun. She kind of looks like me (except I'm way prettier).

I had a lot of fun digging in the sand. And I found the most perfect spot to dig!

I'm an expert root-remover. I guess I could teach Holly a few tricks.


And of course, Margot came along too.

Margot... What are you eating?

Margot, don't eat that!

Ugh, Margot... You ate it...

We had a fun time at Fort Funston. I don't know if you've heard, but the GGNRA is trying to stop us from being able to have off-leash fun there and other parks in California. Read more about this at Eco-Dog.

Holly is actually kind of scared of me. I think it's because she's intimidated by my stunning beauty and grace. Hopefully she will be more comfortable around me the next time we meet and have more fun.

Toodles,
Franny

Sleep Train

It's been raining like crazy in the Bay Area for the past couple days. We've been cooped-up inside and all we can really do to pass the time is sleep.

Margot and I have formed a sleep train on the couch with the foster kittens, Dudley and Phyllis.

Snuggle on board! Zzzz! Zzzz!

Snoring 'cause it's boring,
Franny

I'm Not Dead

What happened to you? Where did you go?
Nothing. Nowhere.

What were you doing? Why weren't you blogging?
Nothing. No reason.

What really happened to us? I guess we were hibernating*. And it sucked! I suddenly became just an ordinary dachshund. (like Margot). I became depressed. I felt like I was dead to the world... but not anymore.

I would like to announce that from this day forward, Doxiementary shall commence blogging at the same rate of yesteryear.

with love,

Frandoo

*hi-ber-nate (verb): in the winter months, when a human becomes too lazy to blog for their beloved pet; borderline animal cruelty

Beware of the Frandoo

The Frandoo is most commonly known as a mythical creature... It looks like a dachshund but with a hunger... A hunger for love. These never before seen photos prove that the Frandoo exists, swiftly and mercilessly smothering those with kisses who cross it's path.






Beware.