oh, hello there–it’s me, bailey

**inspired by this post.

“everyone thinks they have the best dog. and none of them are wrong.”–w.r. purche

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woof!

hello there~ it’s me, bailey. (also called “bean,” “pooch,” “poochie,” and “sweetheart”—these are terms of endearment, you know.) what can i say, my family loves me!

i grew up north of seattle amid a family of four. i am their first—and therefore favorite—dog. and while they may not admit this, i am essentially the star of the show. i mean, if you walk into our house, you won’t believe all the dachshund paraphernalia! from pillows and blankets, to plates and statues, we have it all. i like it that way, too.

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i may be old(er), with white hair to prove it—i turned 16 in august—but i am spry and young at heart. i still enjoy treats, cuddles, and the occasional ear scratch. i also love to sleep. onlookers may consider me “spoiled.” i have an epic dog bed; it’s a really nice bed. it’s plush, warm, and covered in dachshund-printed blankets. my bed is conveniently located in our kitchen. that way, even if i’m resting, i know when my family is cooking or eating. (i like to stay near the food.)

i spend a good chunk of my time resting. after all, my 16 years of life have kept me busy! believe it or not, these short dog legs have traveled—i’ve visited canada, idaho, oregon, and various parts of washington.

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dachshund, dog diary, diary of this girl megan

and what is up with this weather? i swear, just yesterday my mom and sister (megan) were letting me out on the patio to enjoy naps in the sun.

also, have you seen my stroller? if you ask me, it’s a bit silly, but it allows me to accompany mom and megan on their ridiculous walks. i say “ridiculous” because we live at the bottom of a large hill, and there is absolutely no way you will ever see me walking up that hill.

alas, the cold weather in the pacific northwest has returned. cooler temperatures mean one thing—my family will inevitably dress me up. i have a handful of these fleece sweaters. they’re absurd, i know. how many sweaters does one dog need? while i don’t love wearing them, they keep me warm, especially during my leisurely afternoon naps.

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shoe shot, diary of this girl megan, seattle fashion blogger

i can’t tell you how much i love my family, but don’t tell them—i don’t want it to go to their heads. however, if there’s anything you should tell them, it’s to give me an extra helping of food and/or treats. bacon is my favorite snack. if not bacon, my peanut butter treats will suffice. my sister calls them “hip medicine,” but i have no idea what she’s talking about.

as a 16-year-old girl, i realize i’m not getting any younger. my back left leg and hips are giving me trouble. i also struggle to see and sometimes have accidents in the house. i know this drives mom and dad crazy (and megan, too), but i promise it’s not on purpose.

photos by jenn from hello rigby

sadly, dogs can’t live forever. when my time comes, i hope my family finds peace in knowing they gave me a truly wonderful life. and in the meantime, i’ll be here resting nicely in my bed and sneaking as many treats as i can (while wearing a chic dog sweater, of course).

p.s. megan wanted to include her outfit details, though we both know my sweater is better. =)

on megan—sweater and dress: zara, purse: thrifted, heels: marc fisher, headband: nordstrom rack

xoxo, bailey.

 

 

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Comments

  1. Megan, that is a beautiful story. It makes me cry to see Bailey getting so old. I’m so happy she has a wonderful family to take care of her. She has been a lucky puppy.
    Love 💕 you,
    Auntie Coralinn

    • Thank you very much, Auntie Coralinn! This was a fun (yet difficult) post to write. Bailey is an integral part of our family, and I know you and Mariya feel the same way. =)

      I love you!
      Megan

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