- Age – 1
- Place of birth – Ipswich, Queensland
- Citizenship – Australian – German
- Education – Class of 2011 puppy school
- Skillset – Dachshund side-sitting
- Interests – Looking adorable, snoozing, tanning, being a leader/bully, throwing cushions off couch, burying in blanket so that only nose sticks out, wrapping around humans’ neck (=dachshund scarfing), gardening (loves bromeliads), herb tasting (preferably basil and mint), constructing doona tunnels, running off when harness comes on, humping Mac
- Favourite toy – Mr Echidna (RIP)
- Friends – Gordy, Coco
- Favourite human – Likes all humans but is Daddy’s little girl
Even though my 10-year anniversary in Oz-Land is coming up shortly, my English is still not perfect and the native German inside me makes an unintentional comeback.
One of the main issues is the pronunciation of “V” and “W”. Mainly, because in German “V” and “W’ are often interchangeable and sound wery similar, eg. Swedish car manufacturer Volvo is actually pronounced Wolvo.
(To cause further confusion, Volkswagen is actually pronounced Folkswagen.)
Aussie hubby loves teasing my about Euro English. Recently, we have had the following conversation:
Me: “Do you remember the 90s band that sung the song Mr Wayne?”
Aussie hubby: “No.”
Me: “They were really big in Germany. Do you really not know Mr Wayne?”
Aussie hubby just shakes his head and wanders off.
A minute later he reappears and goes: “OMG, do you mean Mr Vain??”
Me: “Yeah, that’s what I said. Mr Wayne!”
Same thing really, isn’t it?!?
…Yoko the dachshund.
My love for little furry sausages developed when in the early 90s my childhood friend’s parents brought little Yoko in their (and my) suburban life in the outskirts of Berlin. I have always wanted a dog but was never allowed one. But all of a sudden there was a little buddy to hang out with. She would never growl or bark and was just the most lovable and affectionate long haired mini ‘Dackel’. RIP little Yoko.
Many moons later and happily settled into married life with Aussie hubby we decided it was time to add a furry friend to our little family. Aussie hubby ’s research together with a nearby pet shop displaying über-cute puppies resulted in us getting a little mini Dackel…or sausage as I like to call them these days (we ended up buying one of a breeder). Oh, what a rollercoaster it’s been but how much love and fun they have brought us!
I DON’T THINK SO!!