Life with Jasmine, Juliet and Buttercup, Our Rescued Dachshunds

Random notes on our experience with THREE rescued miniature dachshunds

Where’s My Apple?

I changed my breakfast routine yesterday and Jasmine was quite unhappy about it.

I had a grapefruit for breakfast yesterday. I wanted a change, and I hadn’t had grapefruit in a long time. I was enjoying my breakfast when I heard a little bark. I looked down and saw a somewhat anxious and unruly pup. She was looking at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if to say, “Hey! What’s with this grapefruit stuff? Where’s my nicely peeled and chunked apple? Huh?”

Ooops. In my haste to change my breakfast routine, I forgot that Jasmine counts on HER routine, and that includes a bit of apple every morning. So what did I do? I went and got a piece of apple from my lunch and gave it to her. She happily munched away on the apple (peeled, of course) as I munched away on my grapefruit. I got a nice laugh and a nice start to my morning.

It’s great when a story has a happy ending, isn’t it?

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Apple Core Thief

I’ve been responsible for making Jasmine an apple core thief.

Jasmine loves apples.  I share my morning apple with her every day.  Of course, the pieces I give her must be peeled.  😉  Unfortunately, I sometimes forget to throw away the core and leave it, wrapped in a napkin, on a plate on the coffee table.  I then go run errands, and when I return, the apple core and napkin are on her doggie bed, what flesh remained now gingerly shaved off of the core.  And of course, since I didn’t catch her in the act, there’s nothing I can do about correcting her.  Besides, she’s not the one that needs correcting.  *I* need to stop leaving the apple cores where she can reach them.

Other than her penchant for apples, Jasmine seems not to take notice of the myriad of “chewable” items around her house.  She’s happy to chew on a bone (only when I’m around, through–she leaves it if she’s alone), and the only things laying around that seem to have any attraction to her are my husband’s socks and anything with a rope tied to it.  Otherwise, she’s a perfect little pup.

So, I’m guilty for making Jasmine into an apple core thief.  I’ll have to learn to quickly put away those cores…lest I make more of a problem for myself–and her!


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