I was born in 1989, and lived the first 7 years of my life in Colorado. I’ve got to tell you, it can be tough for a little guy like me in the winter. The snow was sometimes deeper than my nose, and my you-know-what has only an inch or two of ground clearance, so heeding Nature’s call could be a chilly undertaking.

As a necessity I established myself as a house dog and only reluctantly went out in the winter. A couple of years ago I got to fly in an airplane, and I moved to California. No snow where I am now, but I got fleas within a week of arriving (yuck!). I quickly got that controlled, but it just goes to show you, every place has its challenges for a dog.

A few months after I moved out here, I suffered a ruptured disk in my neck and had to have doggie neurosurgery.  That was major!  They slit open my thorat and shaved my head like a monk. Who knew we wiener dogs were susceptible to back problems? (see links below) It took me a while to recouperate, but I’m back to 100% and have as much energy as any puppy out there. I did manage to use it as an excuse to get some pretty cushy treatment, and I still maintain dominion over the couch I got to recover on. I’m trying to remodel it by digging a series of burrows into the foam rubber cushions.

Life is pretty good these days. My time is spent alternating between relaxing (snoozing) and maintaining a vigilant watch over the back yard to keep it cat-free. Should any nasty cat dare and come in my backyard while I’m watching out the window, I tear out my doggie-door, peeling rubber all the way, and chase ’em off. I’ve never caught one yet, but they skeedaddle pretty quick. Once in a while, a really nasty cat will sit upon a high perch where I can’t get ’em and just mock me. It drives me crazy. They think they’re so smart; but just wait, one of these days I’ll get ’em.

I’ve pretty much figured out how to manipulate the human folk. I get their attention by sitting up on my hind legs and just staring at them. If they try and pretend they don’t notice how cute I am, I’ll just give a little yelp to let them know who they’re supposed to be paying attention to. Resistance is futile; I will not be ignored.

My favorite game in world is “guard the bone”. I’ve got my rawhide chew bone, and I may bring it near you, but if you try and get it I’ll act real ferocious. (Of course if you don’t try and get it I’ll be real disapointed!)  If you want to hear me play the game, click here.