Daily Life II

This picture is old, it shows the days when I was cute and everyone liked me. Now I am slowly moving into badboy status. Nothing like a badboy ruffledachsie with tons of energy! I think I humped all the other dogs at the puppy class. And today I jumped up and peed in the bed. And they thought I was houseclean. HAHAHAHA! Suckers!

This is what I look like most of the time, running, playing, running, playing, ... I am starting to like the fetch/retrieve/apport-game as I get to run. I also did a bloodtrail with Fay last weekend, so we're a team too. Me and Fay should spend more time in nature too, digging up roots, paddling and hunting wabbits. We tried today to track Stig, but that was not as fun as blood or deer. I have also discovered the joys of digging:

Of course I have only dug up the neighbour's flower bed. I get most upset if Stig and Fay try to put the dirt back. I will now apply for jobs as soil relocation engineer.

I will happily bark at cats and chase them. They run! I also bark at hedgehogs and sniff around for deer and mice in the forest. When I catch a fly I will also play with it. Sometimes I have the wickedness of a cat I think.

As any badboy will tell you, the essential trick is to get away with it all. This is my way of doing so. I look so guilty/innocent and they just have to forgive me. Could you resist this look?