Jinx: Hey, smooth dachshund, long time, no see. Sorry I forgot your name.
Jinx: Hey, smooth dachshund, long time, no see. Sorry I forgot your name.
Ween: My name is Leyna, but they call me âThe Ween.â
Jinx: The Ween?
Ween: Itâs short for wiener dog; apparently I resemble some food item humans eat.
Jinx: Thatâs gross. Well, from one bitch to another, I think my owner looks like a few choice morsels Iâve choked down and then threw up.
Ween: Hey look, thereâs Olive the Beagle.Â
Jinx: Isnât 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, heâs awesome. I love big boys.
Ween: Youâve got good taste. Iâve got my eye on the handsome red Doberman Pinscher across the way. Hey, Trey, howâs it going?
Trey: You German girls are such teases.
Ween: Look whoâs calling the kettle black.
Ruby: Will you girls stop flirting; the photographer is making silly noises and youâre supposed to be looking adorable, like my cute Pekingese face.Â
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 youâll see me get animated.Â
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. Â
Zabar: You Norwegians are so weird.Â
Ween: Us hounds have to stick together, donât let that little Corgi talk to you like that. Hey, Zabar are any of your Corgi ancestors related to the Queenâs? Thought so. Â
Chanel: Will everyone please be quiet. Iâm ready for my close-up Mr. DeMille.
Ween: DeMille? I thought the photographerâs 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. Thatâs it. Iâm 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. Iâm busy looking regal.
Ween: I would if I could jump out of my ownerâs arms, but sheâs got a good grip on me. Jinx you wake her up.
Jinx: Canât. Iâm 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 havenât 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 Gordonâs 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 thatâs 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, letâs go on strike until we have a say as to what our humans do with us. If we think itâs silly, we wonât do it.
Jinx: Yes, letâs walk right off this set right now.
Ween: Whoâs with us?
Michael (the human photographer): Okay, everybody, 1, 2, 3, donât smile, look like a serious sports tribe. (click and flash) Thatâs a wrap.
Zabar: Iâm 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: Letâs hit the Liver Lounge for a cold one.
Ween: Iâm 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.