We're Here!

Hello, so nice to finally meet you! I'm BreeBree and I'm 5 years old and chocolate and cream.

Hi there, I'm James Mason, 7 years old and black and tan.

One month ago today, BreeBree and I went on a long ride. I admit, it was a little scary. Who were these strange people who had adopted us?

We missed our fur friends and the cute puppies who came every so often, and we missed our nice people who raised Extraordinary Dachshunds--that's us!

At first BreeBree and I were a little confused but our new Mom and Dad acted so happy to have us that we thought we'd give them a chance. Right away we claimed a big red sofa as our new safe place.

Dad even fixed us a step so we could jump on and off safely. 

James Mason, I think my favorite time on the red sofa is when Mom and Dad both snuggle with us on it after supper. They tell us how much they love us and how cute we are, and we get tummy rubs and then we take a nap while Mom and Dad watch TV. 

Dad has the remote then so the shows are pretty boring, lots of football games--and I wish he wouldn't yell during them--and movies with men like Charles Bronson and John Wayne. 

You think those shows are boring, BreeBree? What's boring is during the day when Mom turns on HGTV. I mean, who is this Chip guy who thinks he's so funny?

I ask you, what makes him so special? He's not as good looking as I am, is he?

Mom and I like Fixer Upper, James Mason! And we love Joanna! She has beautiful eyes like me.

Besides, James Mason, you don't watch it anyway. You're too busy messing up all the pillows on the sofa that Mom fixes pretty every morning. What a mess!

Mom, I promise you, he did it, not me!

Hey girl, I'll admit to that if you'll admit to needing pee pads in the house. Geesh!

Can I help it if I was used to a doggy door at our old home? Give me time, Mom, I'll catch on soon to asking to go outside like James Mason does.

But it's so much fun outside, BreeBree, especially when that white stuff is all over the ground.

         See me fly!

Brrr, that's just too cold, James Mason!

What can I say? I'm an inside girl.
Inside is where my favorite nest is.

And all the toys that nice lady sent us are inside, so I guess I like inside too, BreeBree.

We haven't thanked Miss Kris yet for the pretty toys, James Mason. They came in the most beautiful bag!

Who cares what the bag looked like? It's the toys inside the bag that matter.

Packaging is everything, James Mason, and the bag was gorgeous. Thank you so much, Miss Kris of Junk Chic Cottage! And please tell Peggy thank you too and that I love basset hounds! Can we plan a play date sometime?

And don't forget to thank Gurn and Christine for our new babies too, BreeBree. They're pretty cool. I'll take the one in the green shirt.

Okay with me, James Mason, being that I usually get both of them anyway. Want to tell the nice people what you actually prefer to play with instead of cute toys?

BreeBree! You promised you wouldn't tell Mom who chews up her magazines!

Mom knows you do it. When she's working in her office, I'm the one lying right beside her. Your nest is the empty one and Lord knows what you're up to.

You know what, BreeBree? I don't think Mom minds, Dad neither. They're so happy we're here that we can get away with most anything.

You're right, James Mason. They sure act like they're happy we're here. The only time they get real quiet and their voices sound funny is when we all walk to the garden where those two white pumpkins are and two signs say 'Otis' and 'Milo.'

I notice that too, but we always get extra kisses afterwards so I think they're okay. People are just funny that way, BreeBree.


Well, bye-bye everyone. Mom's told us what nice people you are. Thank you for joining us on our one month anniversary at our new home with our new family.

Y'all come see us again, will you? I'll turn Chip and Joanna off and we'll watch a John Wayne movie, okay?