My confession.

My name isn't Heimi at all. I was given a name that is so...so...pretentious. When I go up to other dogs and say, 'Hi I'm Athena, want to play?', they roll over laughing. Other dogs are called Chap, Buddy, Max, Suzy or something else down to earth. My name is Athena. Named after a goddess. It sure makes life unbearable at times. That's why I tell them my name is Heimi. I have kept my dark secret for as long as I could, but at the vet the other day, Boomer from down the road was there too and heard the receptionist call out for 'Athena', and Homie and I got up to go in. You should have seen his face. His eyes went round in amused amazement before he cracked up and laughed so much that he was rolling on his back, legs in the air. It's so embarrassing but what can I do?

Talking about butter.

Do you see these innocent blue eyes? Don't let them fool you. I'm no angel. One bright day, as I was growing taller I saw a stick of butter on the kitchen counter. I looked left and I looked right, and my homie was nowhere to be seen.
After a while she stepped back into the kitchen and I could tell by the puzzled look on her face that she was thinking, 'didn't I just put out butter when I put out the eggs?'
I calmly took on a relaxed pose on my bed and looked as innocent as I could (which is very).
The butter mystery was discussed with Carolina, who comes to help clean the house. Homie and Carolina searched high and low because they couldn't believe that I had eaten it, paper and all.
If only that darn loud burp hadn't given me away.

Bite me.

Can you believe that this is me!? Just look at that little face. No wonder my homie took me home with her. My two sisters, my brother and I were sitting under a tree near the shopping mall. My homie later told me that she had wanted a dog for the longest time but it was never the right time. I am so glad that she was totally, totally spontaneous that morning. She said that she had heard to choose the liveliest pup, but she didn't. I was asleep when she picked me up and held me in her cupped hands. That is how tiny I was. I know that here it looks as if butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, but I was a live wire from the start and a bit of a nipper. My homie didn't like that because it hurt. If I had a penny for every time I heard the words 'niet bijten', then I would be able to buy that super ball at the pet store. I have to tell you that 'niet bijten' means 'don't bite'. I don't know why Homie speaks to me in a different language but I understand her and other people now also speak to me like that. Do you know what 'grote meid" means? I will tell you about that another time.

Boy or Girl?

I ask you? This is a bib right? Not a bandanna. This doesn't look cool at all. I swear the groomer only has two sizes: Chihuahua and Rottweiler. I ask you, do I look even remotely like a Rottweiler? Now if I was going to a 'all the ribs you can eat' dinner, I would wear this. Pretty flowers, nice colors but as a bandanna, not cool at all. I had a bath and a manicure at the groomer today, and the bi....uh bandanna is a courtesy. Weimie's don't need a bath very often. My fur isn't thick and it's very short so a regular wipe down with a special cleaner keeps me clean and smelling good. After a bath though, I must smell really nice because my homie keeps nuzzling me.

I am a girl even though most humans think I am a boy. That's because most humans are used to small, cute, woolly, fluffy dogs and anything more streamlined, muscular and on longer legs is a boy.
A boy I am not. I will admit to Tomboy maybe, but still fussy about what I wear.
This is a bib right? Would you wear it?
Point made.

Life from Heimi's perspective.

Here I am! Nice to meet you too. I have wanted to write a blog for a long time. Just never got round to it. I always have so much to do like dig holes, run after the ball, eat and sleep besides I do a lot of redecorating too. I am going to let you know my look on life because I sometimes think that humans have no idea what it looks like from the ground up, from a dog's perspective. Just to let you know what you are in for; I am not all tongue and tail, I am a thinking dog.