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Jinx: Hey, smooth dachshund, long time, no see. Sorry I forgot your name.

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Jinx: Hey, smooth dachshund, long time, no see. Sorry I forgot your name.

Ween: My name is Leyna, but they call me ‘The Ween.’

Jinx: The Ween?

Ween: It’s short for wiener dog; apparently I resemble some food item humans eat.

Jinx: That’s gross. Well, from one bitch to another, I think my owner looks like a few choice morsels I’ve choked down and then threw up.

Ween: Hey look, there’s Olive the Beagle. 

Jinx: Isn’t that another human food item?

Ween: Yea, and over there that Kerry Blue Terrier her name is Chanel, named after a scent humans rub on themselves which is made from dead animal glands. Go figure.

Jinx: Whoa, look at that big Bullmastiff, he’s awesome. I love big boys.

Ween: You’ve got good taste. I’ve got my eye on the handsome red Doberman Pinscher across the way. Hey, Trey, how’s it going?

Trey: You German girls are such teases.

Ween: Look who’s calling the kettle black.

Ruby: Will you girls stop flirting; the photographer is making silly noises and you’re supposed to be looking adorable, like my cute Pekingese face. 

Jinx: I can do that!

Ween: If you want a hound to look cute, you need more than a silly noise, throw some baked cow organs around and then you’ll see me get animated. 

Zabar: Sheep is what gets me going. I love to herd animals move than east them.

Jinx: Sheep? Nothing beats food, well maybe a big moose at the edge of the forest.  

Zabar: You Norwegians are so weird. 

Ween: Us hounds have to stick together, don’t let that little Corgi talk to you like that. Hey, Zabar are any of your Corgi ancestors related to the Queen’s? Thought so.  

Chanel: Will everyone please be quiet. I’m ready for my close-up Mr. DeMille.

Ween: DeMille? I thought the photographer’s name is Michael.

Jinx: You guys are such amateurs. All you need to do is tilt your head a bit and look at the camera with your big brown cow eyes.

Olive: No food, no expression. That’s it. I’m taking a nap, I need my beauty rest.

Ween: Oh, we have a princess among us. Hey, big Bullmastiff go slobber on her head and wake her up.

Bully: You wake her up. I’m busy looking regal.

Ween: I would if I could jump out of my owner’s arms, but she’s got a good grip on me. Jinx you wake her up.

Jinx: Can’t. I’m having a staring contest with Chanel. Those terriers are good at that.

Ruby: This is really hard looking stunning under all these lights for several hours.

Jinx: This is nothing, Last time my owner dragged me into the city, Zabar and I ended up in a Times Square studio at 5 am where some doggie dentist brushed my teeth 15 times for different television morning shows from here to eternity. My gums still haven’t recovered.

Ween: Well, at least that was TV, gone in a flash. My owner took me to a fashion photo shoot and put me in a raincoat that was so big I looked like the Gordon’s Fisherman on that box of fish sticks. And that photo will be seen by all my friends in some doggie catalog.

Zabar: I liked the dentist; he gave me rawhides.

Ween: You are so easy.

Trey: At least you got rawhides. I went with the Ween to that fashion photo shoot and my owner made me sit behind 10 bags of dog treats and not drool. Now that’s talent!

Jinx: Oh yea, I went on that shoot too and they wanted me to stand in a crate and look happy about it!

Ween: We need to form a union. We need representation. Hey, let’s go on strike until we have a say as to what our humans do with us. If we think it’s silly, we won’t do it.

Jinx: Yes, let’s walk right off this set right now.

Ween: Who’s with us?

Michael (the human photographer): Okay, everybody, 1, 2, 3, don’t smile, look like a serious sports tribe. (click and flash) That’s a wrap.

Zabar: I’m blinded; that was some flash.

Chanel: Are the cameras rolling?

Ween: This is still photography, not a remake of Sunset Boulevard and besides we are done.

Jinx: Let’s hit the Liver Lounge for a cold one.

Ween: I’m with you, us hound bitches have to stick together.

Lisa Peterson, a long-time breeder of Norwegian Elkhounds, is the Director of Club Communications at the American Kennel Club. Contact her at ask@lisa-peterson.com  or Dogma Publishing, P.O. Box 307, Newtown, CT 06470.

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