Winnie the Poop (dedicated to anyone who loves a dog)

I grew up around dachshunds but never owned one.  After we officially entered the "empty nester" stage, my thoughts ventured to a puppy ..... which defies ALL good sense and logic... possibly bordering on insanity.    

I tried "rescuing" a beagle-dachshund mix which, after a few months, didn't work out.  A year later, I tried a chihuahua-dachshund mix (also a rescue) which didn't work out either.  (Seeing a theme here?)  I won't go into the reasons for my failures but they were legit and different with each, and I did my best to find good homes for them.  I then swore off dogs forever.

Several years later and after moving into our current home, in spite of my fear of a third failure, I began to feel it again .....   

This time I wanted an actual full-on dachshund.   (Any dachshund owner who might be reading this, gets it.)  I had tried the rescue route.  I mean, I really tried.  Finding a non-mixed version of this breed at a rescue shelter is very unlikely and with my fence-less yard, I wouldn't qualify anyway.

I eventually found what appeared to be a reputable (and affordable) breeder up near Seattle.  After several email exchanges and waiting till the proper age of eight weeks when it's safe to separate puppy from mother, we drove north to get this ...........  

See??  Prepare to be dragged against your will into dachshund-obsession with me.

Meet Winnie.

She weighed all of four pounds and spent much of the six-hour drive home burrowed between my neck and the headrest.  (Dachshunds are burrowers.  Even now, if you lean forward on the sofa at our house, you will soon find a small dog wedged behind your back.)

Admit it, this is CUTE.

All too aware of my apprehensions, Dear Supportive Husband assured me that Winnie is OUR dog, and that he would help.  And he did.  In fact, today they are BFFs.  HE is the one who wants to bring her along wherever we go.  But as it usually goes, I make sure she's fed, vaccinated, bathed, bedding washed, nails trimmed, walked, and all poop cleaned up.  He plays with her.  Therefore, he's her favorite.  And I'm okay with that.

On the motorcycle.  (Her seat is the backpack, shown below.)

... and on the kayak, in her life jacket with the handy grab handle.  We've never needed it, since she avoids water anyway. 

One evening recently, when Husband was out of town for a few days, Winnie heard a noise outside.  (She ALWAYS thinks she hears noises, which 99.9% of the time, is only me clearing my throat .... or something equally benign.)  Noises send her careening out her doggie-door to confront any intruders.  This time though, she thought it might be HIM and so she went to wait by the door in the laundry room where he always emerges.  That night though, he didn't.

Naturally I texted him this picture.  

Squirrel alert, in the camper.

Nowadays, when we go out in public, she attracts the same baby-talk-goobers that I used to be.  (Still am.)  Winnie adores the attention and would happily go home with any of them and not look back.  She quickly learned that Home Depot employees are potential dog-biscuit-carriers and greets them all with great expectation.  If they don't deliver, she can lay on the guilt like nobody's business.  (See laundry room picture above.)  And you should see her at the Dairy Queen window after experiencing her first "pup cup".  (It's a thing.  I didn't make it up.)  Now she thinks ice cream will magically appear at every drive-through, including banks and toll booths.

I have become one of those people who must resist the urge to foist my pet on others and feel I owe apologies to all those dog owners who had to endure my own goobering over their pet in years past.  All the same, I cannot help but love when people love my dog, and wonder about the heartlessness of those who don't.

Winnie lays claim to any blanket she finds.  She also LOVES wiffle balls, especially the one out of reach under the sofa .... and will whine pathetically till somebody gives in and retrieves it.  (In the video below, the string tied to the ball makes it much easier to get it out from under furniture.)

Dachshunds are smart.  It amazes us how much and how quickly she learns, even unintentionally.  Example: We are in and out of the house all the time, but she KNOWS when we are actually planning to go somewhere when she sees me pick up my purse.  At that point, she hovers and frets so that, if we are THAT heartless to leave her home alone, we WILL feel the guilt.  

(Had to toss this one in.)  Toenail clipping.  She's not a fan.

Her first trip to the beach.  

~~ Warning-- cliches and sappy ending ahead ~~

She's a nuisance (aren't we all sometimes?) and a joy.  In a few weeks, it'll be two years since she burrowed into our hearts.  The third time did indeed prove to be the charm.

Life in the Rural High Desert

Having lived 95% of my total years in western Oregon (I actually did the math), this current 5% has been an adjustment, and I deem it sufficient to speak authoritatively on living in the central portion of this state.  Therefore .....

The Pros:

1. My mountains.  Verse 121 in Psalms, says, 

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help."

In context, this verse appears to have been intended as a question.  But to me, it's a statement.  Hence, the mountains are mine ..... although I'm willing to share.

Broken Top on the left, and the Three Sisters, middle and right

2. Space between us and everyone else.  In fact, we can only see one other house from our house.  

3. My house.  It's not fancy nor large, but it has no stairs, requires only minimal yard work, and it's comfortable.  Plus it looks out on .... see #1 above.

4. The relatively safe political climate where this can sit by our neighbor's road, unmolested.

I'm pretty sure I could even wear a MAGA hat into town if I wanted.  (I don't own one.)  As for the opposing party, I haven't seen any molestation of their signs either.  But I could be wrong.

5.  Less traffic.  Nowadays, when we make one of our frequent trips back to western Oregon, we practically break out in hives as we crawl from one traffic light to the next.  Our Hwy 97, which runs north/south through the center of the state, can sometimes clog up a bit, and too often because of an accident .... which is a topic for another blog post.  Fortunately we have a wonderful thing call back roads, which the general public usually doesn't bother with, where we can zip to town, seldom seeing more than a few cars or even a stop sign.

6. It's dry here.  Often when we go back west, we notice, like never before, the Three Ms: Mud, Moss, and Muck .... the latter being whatever you think fits.

7. There are lakes everywhere.  It necessitates owning some type of boat, which for us, is a kayak.  And camping options?  ..... Again, everywhere.

Pause a moment and soak this in.  (Hosmer Lake) Credit for this photo goes to the Husband.

Camping just last week, and there's our kayak.  (Crane Prairie Reservoir)

8. Deer occasionally wander by my window.  You cannot help but love that.

9. We are surrounded by canyons.  I can literally walk to this spot from my house. (1.5 miles)

Overlooking the Deschutes River.

10.  The people.  There are nice people everywhere.  But here, when out for a walk as I often am, you MUST wave at everyone who drives by .... or at least smile and nod.  Otherwise you feel rude.  It can be bothersome, especially to one who is easily lost in one's thoughts when on foot.  And once, after a deep dump of snow, I was out shoveling a portion of our driveway.  A neighbor whom I've never met, came along on his tractor and, without a word, drove up our driveway and began scooping snow.  And if he hadn't come, our other neighbor would've shown up to do the same.

11. Spectacular sunsets.  Check this out:

The Cons:

1. I am twenty minutes away from shopping, and I'm talking bare minimalist shopping. 

If you want real shopping, you must drive forty minutes or more.  And if you want serious shopping, you must drive three hours to Portland.  (*sigh*)  At least Amazon still knows where to find me.

2. The lack of color.  As you can see in the photos above, there are parts of central Oregon that are stunningly gorgeous.  But where we live .... there are junipers.  Here and there you might find an interesting looking one in a somewhat artful sense, but for the most part, they are probably the ugliest tree ever created.  And unless people plant other varieties of trees on their property, you will find nothing BUT junipers.  NOTHING.  

And the other vegetation, if you can call it that ....(sage brush, tumbleweeds, and cheatgrass that drives burs into your socks) are all the same dreary shade of pale green and brown.  Hence, when we drive west, I am almost overcome by the abundant color over there. 

3.  Those deer.  They must be barricaded by tall fences or they will eat everything you plant.  And if they don't want it, rabbits probably will.  

4.  Weird weather.  We don't get snow too often.  But sometimes when it snows, it dumps.  We've seen at least three feet a couple of times.  

 

And once in a while the wind, on a previously windless day, suddenly kicks up and threatens to overturn cars, then brings in a Biblical deluge of hail and rain and for about 30 minutes, tries heartily to wash us all into one of the nearby canyons, before returning to that innocent blue-sky calmness, as if to say, "Storm?  What storm?" 

  

And all lightening storms must accompany the necessary concern of wild fires, because .....

5.  ... it's so dry.  People are quite intense about fire danger here.  We have to trim up our trees and attempt to keep potential fuel cleaned up off the ground.  I never heard of creating a "safety perimeter" around my house in western Oregon.  And we've had days at a time, typically in August, when the mountains hide in the smokey haze.  

6. I don't trust other drivers here.  Hwy 97 (mentioned above) is, in my opinion, an antiquated death trap.   It has too many small roads and driveways accessing it with a scary lack of turning lanes or medians needed to keep cars and trucks separated as they speed past each other on only two lanes.  A LOT of accidents happen on sections I am frequently on and many are fatal.  But not all are due to the road.  Sometimes the unexplainable happens and someone pulls out in front of a semi-truck in broad daylight.  


As you can see, at this point, the Pros outnumber the Cons.  So until that changes, we will stay put.  Besides that, the Husband LOVES his fishing and golfing which are readily available a few minutes away.  I was told once, by a local, that people move out here when they retire in their 60s (hello, us!) and move back when they need more help in their 80s.  So we have a few years to go .....