March 9, 2011
~ mid morning
Hello everyone! It’s me…
Sampson, the lovable mini Dachshund.
I know, it’s been a while since I’ve made a diary entry. Mommy has sort of been ‘hogging’ the laptop and writing a bunch of her own posts. At last, it’s my turn!
I wanted to tell you about some strange human behavior I saw the other day. Personally, as a mini Dachshund, I think a lot of human behavior is strange.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my Mommy and my Pop Pops dearly, but at times, they can be a bit odd. For example, whenever we go outside like any Dachshund would, I immediately start chasing the birds in the yard. They never chase birds! Strange, strange creatures, these humans.
The other day, we had some friends over for dinner. Carina, Robert, and Trenton (the little human), all came over.
Pop Pops went out into the yard with these wire pieces they called ‘wickets’, some mallets and some balls. He began to strategically place the wickets into the ground. I thought he was setting up a game to play with his favorite Dachshund…me.
I began to put two and two together. Big mallets and wire wickets – maybe to make holes in the ground….YEAH! We’re going after gophers! This is one dachshund that loves to chase the gophers and the moles in the yard. I stick my snout as far into their holes as I can. Now that’s normal Dachshund behavior!
But wait…what’s this strange behavior? Pop Pops took the little human and he is showing him how to hit the ball with the mallet, while aiming to go through the wickets. Then Robert joined in the strange human behavior.
When I looked puzzled, Mommy said, “It’s called croquet Sampson.” “Croquet”, I thought. A strange human game played by only the males of the human species, as Mommy and Carina stayed inside and prepared dinner for us all.
They seemed to have a great time whacking the balls with the big mallets. The little human kept hitting himself in the head with the handle of the mallet. (I’ve told you before they’re not as smart as the big humans).
I never did get the whole point of the game. Perhaps it is a male bonding thing?
Mommy made baby back ribs for everyone. Did I get any?