Friday Fiction, Fill-ins and (call of) Nature

Hosted by Arty, Jakey and Rosy 

Wally the Dachshund always makes me giggle.  I recall fond memories
of our mighty mini Dachshund Toto.
Today's Final Fiction Friday story is 100% true.
As a witness to a similar tale...I can truly relate.
Dachshunds are Great Danes in their mind's eye.

Here is My story called Fig Newtons:

Time frame:  late 1970's.....
We're on another trip to Atlantic Beach, NC. On every trip we always stopped for a potty break at Neuse Sport's Shop in Kinston, NC. This particular time the humans had been snacking on Fig Newtons. When we stopped, mom closed up the bag put them in the dashboard of the car. She got out with me for a potty break while dad and sissy went inside. It was early spring so when I finished checking every blade of grass and leaving pee mail, Mom put me in the car.  She made a quick trip inside. As they peeps exited Neuse Sports Shop, Mom and I locked eyeballs.  To her amazement I had some how stretched my very short body to reach the dashboard where the Fig Newtons were stashed. (Note:Dad is  5'11") the seat was as all the way back. This was a long stretch even for a dachshund. I looked at Mom who was now walking faster, then I looked at the Fig Newtons, then back at  Mom. Finally it was clear to me that this could be my last MEAL....so I did what any Dachshund in his right mind would do, I took one last gobble of Fig Newtons as if to say, 'I see you but you aren't here yet so here I go'. It was estimated I ate about 10 of the cookies before Mom got to the car. Thankfully we got to the beach and out of the car before I had a major case of the runs!!! Every time I had to go out I'd look at Mom pathetically as if to say, 'I know I messed up I'm so sorry....please help me'. 

Note from Mom: We still don't know exactly how he got to them. Bless his little heart he had a rough few days but in no time he was once again roaming for food that was not his. Anyone who is owned by a dachshund knows where there is a will there is a way.

Last Friday for Nature Friday my good friend Boffin Bertie's post was about 

his "Call of Nature".  Since Bertie is a wise WFT, I'm gonna

say this is my version of (the call) of Nature.  If you missed it
may I suggest you click HERE

Here are the Friendly Fill-Ins for tomorrow. Ellen 15 and meowing, came up with the first two.  , Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs came up with second two.

1. I know spring is almost here when MY Feet Start practicing my Happy Hummingbird Dance

2. I find Jealousy confusing.
3. I have a strong opinion on MANNERS.
4. A roasted duck* is the strangest thing I have ever eaten (been served). 
*One of the professors I worked with at NCSU was also Editor of a European Journal, Diamond and Related Materials. Once a year a conference was held somewhere in Europe.  My husband and I attended two of these the conferences, in Prague (1999)  and Budapest (2001).  I worked  about 1/2 a day at the editorial desk.  After lunch, we were tourists.  While in Prague, we went out to dinner with several conference attendees.  I wanted to try something I had never eaten.  I ordered roasted duck. I expected it to be served sliced on my plate, like turkey.  I'm told, the look on my face when the server sat the entire intact duck (minus feathers, head and feet) in front of me, the look on my face was a priceless. Very reminiscent of the last scene in A Christmas Story