Whom We Miss: Strudel Marinelli, Beloved Dachshund Daughter of Mover and Shaker Tony Marinelli and His Wife Cynthia
Strudel with her mom, Cynthia Marinelli
In Memoriam of our Dear Friend Strudel! xoxo Peachy
Beloved daughter of Cynthia and Tony,
sister of Sauci Marinelli
As told to Peachy Deegan by Mover and Shaker Tony Marinelli:
(for everyone that likes the Washington, D.C. restaurant column, Tony gets all the credit for that starting since he helped us get our first review there at Clyde's. Tony worked at Clyde's when it opened while he was a student at Georgetown University (up with the Jesuits!). It's not who you know, it's Whom You Know.)
On the back of our favorite car (our 20 yer old GMC) is a sticker that says:
"My dachshund is smarter than your honor student."
Below is why we put that sticker on our car.
We all know how be beautiful Strudel was. We took it for granted.
What few knew was how smart she was.
From a very early age, Strudel realized that her job #1 was "to get noticed."
She reasoned that if you don't get noticed...nothing happens.
She then as a puppy began to invent her "bag of tricks."
Standing up was her default trick. She relied on that move heavily.
Looking mournful and employing those large sad brown eyes to elicit
pity was another favorite. Cynthia and I are convinced she practiced
"the look" in the mirror while we were gone. Sauci knew this and saw her
doing it but she's no snitch.
Putting both her paws on your foot and pushing down hard when one was having breakfast, lunch or dinner was another.
In moments of desperation, she would resort to her Germanic blitzkrieg move of
sneaking up behind you and using both paws to pounce on the back of your knees resulting in the victims legs to buckle. Rommel would have been proud.
All of this behavior was done for the cause of "getting noticed."
She never resorted to whimpering or crying.
THAT device was employed by "lesser' dogs.
She had nothing if not style.
Strudel was, however, not above stealth and or just taking what she believed was hers.
ALL FOOD belonged to Strudel.
There was the case of the MISSING SANDWICH.
Cynthia with her usual kindness made me a ham and cheese on multigrain bread with a little mustard and a little mayo. Just then the phone rang, and I put my sandwich down to pick up a 3 minute phone call. When I returned the sandwich was gone. Getting on in years and knowing that I devour everything in 10
seconds flat, I asked myself:
"Did I eat that sandwich already?"
Then I asked Cynthia: "Honey, did you eat my sandwich?"
She said no and right away we both looked at Strudel. There was tiny bit of mustard spotted on the side of her mouth.
She was young and hadn't yet learned the importance of "destroying the evidence."
There were also the cases of the:
VANISHING BOWL OF ALMONDS
and the
THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF THE SAGA BLUE CHEESE...
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Strudy you will be greatly missed but we look forward to hearing the next adventure of your sister, Sauci!
