Snooty McSausages
@snooty.bsky.social
Writer. Reader. Food-lover. Cook. Dog-lover. Dirty lefty socialist. Friendly introvert. Existentially terrified. From Aotearoa/New Zealand - now living on never-ceded Gundungurra land. Owned by sausage dogs. She/her/dachshunds.
More ways my dog has trained me: The polite-but-escalating, “it’s dinner time” breathing.
“I care not you are sick. I smell it is almost 5pm. Chop chop human.”
“I care not you are sick. I smell it is almost 5pm. Chop chop human.”
November 18, 2025 at 6:50 AM
More ways my dog has trained me: The polite-but-escalating, “it’s dinner time” breathing.
“I care not you are sick. I smell it is almost 5pm. Chop chop human.”
“I care not you are sick. I smell it is almost 5pm. Chop chop human.”
I did not say you could stop the scritches yet human.
November 16, 2025 at 11:06 AM
I did not say you could stop the scritches yet human.
The tap dancing act that occurs virtually every time I return from anywhere. I had the temerity to be gone for TWO HOURS today.
Meanwhile baby flouff runs around spinning in circles and yelping. Today she legged off with my slipper in her excitement.
Meanwhile baby flouff runs around spinning in circles and yelping. Today she legged off with my slipper in her excitement.
November 15, 2025 at 2:21 AM
The tap dancing act that occurs virtually every time I return from anywhere. I had the temerity to be gone for TWO HOURS today.
Meanwhile baby flouff runs around spinning in circles and yelping. Today she legged off with my slipper in her excitement.
Meanwhile baby flouff runs around spinning in circles and yelping. Today she legged off with my slipper in her excitement.
August 6, 2025 at 1:21 PM