And for cute, Augie personality-things... When I used to give Martha rawhide chews, she devoured them with a passion. Augie? She likes to hide them and save them for later.
Finally found a spot, but mama foils the plan.
When I picked Augie up from the shelter, she'd been listed as a Dachshund/Jack Russell mix.
"Why do you think she's been here five months?" I asked.
"Well," said the gal, "People like her, but we warn them about Jack Russells and terriers. They decide to go home and think about it, but never come back."
As I'd just love the love of my life who exemplified terrier hell, I scooped Augie up and carried her off, but once I got home, she didn't seem to exhibit ANY of the terrier traits. Actually, she has a few that I'd never seen before. She had this knack for finding flavored dental floss, scented candles, and food anywhere within her reach. Also, thanks to Augie's nose, I feel pretty certain that there is a dead mouse under the floor of my utility room. I mean, whereas Martha had sonic ears, this dog has a nose like no other. Watching her one day I thought, "Wait just a second! This isn't a Dachshund/Terrier. She's a Dachshund/.....!"
Suffice to say, people stop me all the time on the street to ask me where I got my "mini-Beagle."
Martha was called Martha on this blog, and Scrivs, Scrivvies, or Scrivener's in conversation with other people, but the name that I called her when I addressed her, her beloved 'pet' name, was Boo-Boo Bear. She was my partner in crime, my best buddy, my constant companion - the Boo-Boo to my goofy Yogi Bear-ness.
The other day I was getting ready to go somewhere and called to Augie, "Ok, Boo-Boo! Let's go!"
Augie ran over to me, and when I realized what I'd just said, I turned to her and exclaimed, "Why Augie, I do believe you just achieved Boo-Boo status!"
(Which is good because I missed Martha quite a bit last week.)