I know this is supposed to be a “sex” blog, but though I usually have sex-related items, I did post a recipe way back when.

I love wieners, as should be pretty damn obvious by now.  But for 15 years I had a wiener dog, a miniature dachshund named Otter.  I first saw her when my mother brought her home as a little puppy.  I saw her for the first time and fell instantly in love.

How could I not have fallen in love? She was a tiny black and tan (not red, like this one) puppy with soft-as-velvet floppy years.  And there’s just something about baby animal; baby anything is cute.  Yes, even baby cockroaches (well, compared to their parents).

So I raised a puppy, little Otter.  I had her when I met the Ex.  The Ex really liked her.  He made up nicknames for her, including ‘Tunia, which was short for Petunia.  He sung songs to her.  She slept in bed with us, between us.  She knew to get out of the way when it was “Mama-Papa Time,” but otherwise she was always right there with us.

She was a good dog.  I know this sounds incredibly silly, but Otter taught me what love was.  She loved me no matter what, including through some neglectful times when she was left home alone for several hours.

I could not resist this little tiny baby hot dot dog inside a hot dog bun.  It was posted on someone’s TwitPic account, I think.  If I’ve stolen it without properly attributing, sorry; I will if you let me know.

My dog now, Isis, is an old lady at ten years.  She’s a big dog; I know she won’t live as long as Otter did (despite her multitude of health issues; that dog had more surgeries than most people, including getting fixed, two back surgeries, and ear surgery), and I promise not to get another dog until Isis is no longer with me, but how fucking cute is that dog in a bun?

I swear.  True (silly, cute) story.

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