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Heidi... isn't that just the cutest German name for a perky little dog. I'm not a true 'dog' person, but I've been around a few. I've learned that doxie people seem to migrate together (learned that from 9 years of having sweet Abby - okay, she wasn't anywhere near sweet, but we loved her anyway) ~ so if you have one, then you know several (if not a lot) of people that have them. Why?... that's easy ~ these little dogs pack a great amount of personality-plus in a tiny little package. At just 7 weeks old... this one looks to be a sweetie-pie with a temper, and the usual amount of attitude & tenacity that dachshunds are known for. She watch Suki and I play fresbie for about a week. I got her some tiny tennis balls and she surprised me in fetching the ball from the first toss until I got tired 1st... how smart is that???
Now if we can get 'go potty outside' down so well... we will be in business and a happy home of dogs. Have I said I miss my kid and probably in some kind of denial of empty nest syndrome / I'M 50 years old today... ughh.... :(

Suki & Friends


Suki Na. Rough translation from Japanese - Favorite Pet. Tim named this pup five years ago. The name - well, it was at a this time that Tim had (still has) a dream to live in Japan. The reasons range from appreciating the technology, intelligence, disciplined ways to studying further martial arts. He began learning Japanese through books and a school friend who had lived in Japan for several years. He use to delight in suddenly lapsing into Japanese when he didn't want to comply with my demands to do some undone chore. He would walk away muttering and shaking his head as if he couldn't understand English.
Suki and her girlfriends, Sady the lab and Dixie the mixed mutt, spend hours together. We will be (finally) fencing the back yard soon and I'll probably have to allow the 'girls' in for doggy visits because they are best friends.
Suki is my steady & faithful companion, and a very good dog.

Hummmmm

This is the face that I see a great amount of time. Tim has developed a very accepted way of avoiding an answer or opinion by saying "hummm" as if he needs to think long and hard about his answer. He knows how impatient I am ~ if he waits me out I'll simply give up and go away.
It's funny how people can evolve into loving relationships that become very accepting of odd idiosyncrasies. I wonder what he would say in retort to this about me.

So... all that know Tim know that he uses this expression so much that you soon realize that really don't know Tim at all.