Spitz weather

The most beautiful fall in many years got interrupted by a little rain mixed with a very nice loud thunder storm.
Schatzi did remember the thunder from the summer and promptly disappeared into Dad's very secret safety refuge hiding place. It apparently was not safe enough, so she changed to sitting under the doll carriage, back again into her basket and fortress and then sneaking upstairs again. I have not seen her so invisible in a long time, head down low and the short little tail almost on the floor.
That rain included also a very small swath of " wintery mix ", a meteorological speak. Just a few blocks of wet snow, and if you did not happen to be there you would have never known.
We call the cool temps " Spitz weather ", just right for a round spherical fur ball, with a double coat.
Having poked around in the German Spitz site, I am still not sure if Schatzi is a "Kleinspitz " or a " Mittelspitz ", or possibly just a " Zwergspitz ". But according to their specifications not a Pomeranian.
We don't care. She is the sweetest little smiley face whatever Spitz she is.

Dental care for the two doggies is so much easier than a few years ago. Waldi had the worst teeth of all of them. Because of his heart problem we never wanted to have him put under anesthetic . And when it could not be avoided anymore, he lost more than half of his teeth.
Schatzi and Molly get a small amount of Oxyfresh into their water. Oxy contains enzymes, which helps to keep tartar off. There are also coated chewies that will do the same .

Mollys evening activity includes sitting on the big window, keeping a sharp eye for anything that might move in the darkness and telling us all about it. She barks and growls and her little motor is constantly running. If needed, Schatzi comes dashing up on the window bench and helps out.
I try to describe Schatzi's voice, so totally different than any dachsie :

She sings like a hoarse mezzo soprano with a vibrato.
Dad calls it gargling.