Wild & crazy Saturday night

Hello world, Louis here. I'm starting to like at Wiener Wonderland. This is what we did last night:

That's me in the middle in the back, the exceptionally good-looking dachshund. You'll notice I'm the only longhair dachshund on the couch. That's because I'm vastly superior to the rest of them. I got the best blanket, too, but I was nice and let those other dogs sleep on it with me.

My sister Gretchen is on the far right. You can't see her so good, but she is sleeping real happy. Earlier she got to curl up in Fake Daddy's lap. Since only Queen Bitch Olive gets to nap on Fake Daddy, it was very special that Gretchen got to sit there, too.

I asked Gretchen and Amy if they wanted to say something to the world, but Gretchen is chewing her cow hoof, and Amy is sleeping by the water bowl. She has a bed, but she's trying out all the sleeping spots in the house. I don't think the carpet near the water bowl is a good sleeping place, but she's a Lhasa Apso, not a dachshund, and I just don't get how their brains work. I feel real sorry for dogs who aren't dachshunds cuz they're just dumb and wierd.

Okay, world, I hafta take a nap now. Bye!

This will be us next year

Gretchen and me have always liked this video, but it means something different to us now. When Mommy comes home, we're going to give her even more kisses than these dogs.

Mommy sent us an email message!

"We arrived early Sunday morning in Kabul (we're 12 1/2 hrs ahead of you in LA) and have been getting settled in the past few days.  My new place is very nice!  My room is in a big house on the 3rd floor.  I share the 3rd fl suite with two young Afghan women. Our office is on the first floor.  As with all houses here in Kabul, I am in a compound, with a garden out front, and 24hr security/caretakers.  The Afghanistan Australian Development Organisation has its offices here, too, and does science teacher training downstairs.  All our meals are made for us and are delicious!  We have hired a driver, and everywhere I go I must tell our Afghan team member and have security with me.  I can't just wander off any more.

We have accomplished a lot over the past 3 days getting the project up and running.  Today we went to Kabul University to see the Lincoln Center there, quite a trek across town.  The traffic is like LA--Kabul-style, and the street hawkers and street children numerous. The next two weeks we'll be continuing to ramp up the project, which we'll officially begin March 1st."

Welcome to my blog

Hello there world. My name's Louis, and I'm the King of France. I don't know what that means, but that's what Fake Mommy calls me.

See, our Mommy is living in Kabul, Afghanistan, right now, and me and my family are waiting for her to come back home to us. For the next 18 months we're living at a place called Wiener Wonderland with a nice lady who is like Mommy, but isn't her at all. We call her Fake Mommy.

My sister Gretchen is an eight-year-old red dapple miniature dachshund, and I am a five-year-old longhair red mini. We are exceptionally attractive and intelligent. We are also far superior to any of the other dachshunds here. Our sister Amy, a 13-year-old Lhasa Apso, lives with us here too.

Mommy isn't a soldier, but she's helping the people in Kabul, kind of like how the soldiers are helping. She works for a nice company that builds learning centers for the people who live in Afghanistan. She will be doing lots of interesting things, like helping people read, speak English and use the computers. She's going to be gone for a long time, and we'll miss her a lot.

I was kind of freaked out my first week here. Fake Mommy is nice, but I really miss Mommy. I also prefer to be the best-looking dachshund in the room, and there are some other very handsome boys here who think they are prettier than me. As if!  I didn't like the food or the sleeping accommodations. I deserve better than soft beds, plush blankets and a daybed. The backyard is good, though, and Fake Mommy tells me she loves me a lot. Eh, I guess it's okay.

Fake Mommy calls my sis Gretchen a "fickle little bitch." I don't know what that means, but it might have something to do with how Gretchen didn't seem to care at all that Mommy was gone and acted like Fake Mommy was her new real mommy, giving her kisses all the time and sleeping on her lap. She likes it here because she gets to chew on a cow hoof. I don't get her fascination with them. Fake Mommy says they smell like barf.

Well okay it's dinnertime now, so I hafta go. I will write more later after I sleep for a long time.