
I’m Renée E. D’Aoust, the human, and this is Tootsie, our little sausage friend. We live in Switzerland and Idaho.
Tootsie is a miniature, black-and-tan, smooth-haired, rescue dachshund. She is about five years old. Tootsie blogs at Bicontinental Dachshund with help from me and my husband.
I’m a writer and teacher. My first book is a memoir, Body of a Dancer (Etruscan Press, 2011).
What's the occasion for Coffee with a Canine?
This morning, I’m drinking my morning coffee in bed while Tootsie burrows under the blankets.
What's brewing?
Southern Switzerland is steeped in Italian language and culture, so I’m drinking a homemade latte macchiato made with my favorite coffee: Illy Espresso. I use a stainless steel stovetop “Bialetti – Casa Italia” espresso maker. I heat “Heidi” brand milk in a separate pot.
Any treats for you or Tootsie on this occasion?

How did Tootsie get her name? Any aliases?
Tootsie was blessed with her name by her special caregivers before us. For her middle name, we added Aelggi, the toponym denoting the geographic center of Switzerland. And, yes, lots of nicknames in English and in Italian.
English-language nicknames: Toots; Our Little Sausage Friend; Baby Jesus; Our Savvy Sausage; The Wagger; Mighty Hiker; Moominpup; Munchkin; Caboose; BiCo; Mighty Hunter; Furkid; Wootser; and The Sweetest Thing (preceded by “ohohoh”).
Italian-language nicknames: Balniscio (a mountain pass between Switzerland and Italy); Carina (“pretty”); Bassottina (“little dachshund girl”); and Pira Balpira (a first and last name my husband decreed for her).
How were you and Tootsie united?

Tootsie is now a naturalized Swiss citizen and carries a legal Swiss doggy passport. Unlike Eduardo Saverin, Tootsie retains her U.S. citizenship, although the U.S. does not issue an official pet passport.
I used to be a big dog person, but now I’m a little dog convert. A dachshundista.
Does Tootsie play any role in your writing?
Less than two years ago, I had a serious illness and during the same period lost my mom to cancer. My mother was—it’s still very hard to use the past tense—my best friend, my first editor, my collaborator, and my companion in labor in our Idaho stewardship forest. She was a fellow writer and dog lover.

About eight months after my mom passed away, we adopted Tootsie. About three months later, my husband set up Tootsie’s blog. He had valiantly been trying to help me start writing again. He put Tootsie on my lap, and said, “Write Tootsie’s dog diaries in honor of your mom.” For years, my mom wrote “Dog Diaries” to keep me abreast of all the happenings of our family dogs: Sirius, Terra, Max, Bryce, Keisha, Daisy, and Truffle.
Bicontinental Dachshund is our dog diary for my mom. Thanks to Tootsie, I’m writing again. Dance reviews, book reviews, forestry articles, and a new book project.
Does Tootsie prefer life in Idaho or in Switzerland?

Squirrel, cat, postman...?
In northern Idaho: pocket gophers and mice.
In southern Switzerland: little lizards and ducks.
Squeaky toy, ball, stick...?
In Idaho: Yugi gave her a “Kong” Frisbee that is just her size.
In Switzerland: squeaky toys.
What is Tootsie's best quality?
If Tootsie could change one thing about you, what would it be?
It might be the same as what my mom used to try and change: “Don’t worry so much; it’s a real downer!”
If Hollywood made a movie about your life in which your dog could speak, which actor should do her voice?
Anna Hardwick.
If Tootsie could answer only one question in English, what would you ask her?
“Do you have any pictures of yourself as a puppy?”
Visit the Bicontinental Dachshund blog, and learn more about Body of a Dancer and its author at Renée E. D’Aoust's website.
--Marshal Zeringue