Gladys is a Street Fighting Lady

The new dachshund, Gladys, is one tough cookie and a handful to manage. Last night, we had the Professor and Midge over for some birthday cake (a last-minute affair, I hasten to add to all of you dear readers in the vicinity). Everything was going well, we were visiting in the living room (which is how its done in well-regulated households. None of this kitchen kibitzing for US) when we noticed that Gladys was nowhere to be found. We went into the kitchen, and there was Gladys, eating the frosting off of one side of the cake. As you might imagine, all hell broke loose, and the affected part of the cake was cut off and discarded, but it just proved what kind of loose cannon this doxie is.

But the good thing is that she is quite a sweetheart (When she's not eating cake) and that she has calmed Crackers down significantly. Although he still goes nuts when he sees the flashlight or the vacuum cleaner.

The row I hoe. I tell ya.....