At Semaine, every week we devote ourselves to introducing you to a new "Tastemaker". An icon, creative type, pioneer, trailblazer — whatever nomenclature one chooses to use. Each is at the top of their game and all are, let's be honest, homo sapiens. That is, up until now. This week, meet our four-legged (canine) friend, Freddie. He’s got a few things he’d like to get off of his chest...
"Don’t get me wrong— I’m definitely at the top of my game...I’m just not exactly human. I think like a human. I dress better than most humans, but I am not… human. I'm Freddie, a 23-year-old (that’s 2-years-old in human years) miniature dachshund. The philistines amongst us might label my kind as “sausage dogs”, or - even worse - “weiner dogs”, but to be honest, none of those labels frustrate me more than when I’m called a “good boy”.
Firstly, “good” isn’t a sufficient adjective. I don’t eat four meals a day of pure salmon for “good”, I do it because when I eat my salmon, my coat becomes glossier than all of the other basic studs and bitches at the dog park. In fact, my pescatarian diet alone is merit enough for a meatier adjective.
Secondly, “boy”. Now I know the conversation around what is or isn’t emasculating is problematic in today’s cultural climate, but to be perfectly honest, I do find the term “boy” a tad belittling. You may be able to scoop me up with one of your human hands, but be warned. This pooch is no longer a puppy. I am the leader of the pack—the first to every trend and I certainly receive a higher than average amount of butt sniffs on my daily walks.
To be fair, I cannot claim that all of the attention comes solely from me. I have to admit that the clothing my human knits for me do catch the eye… He’s gotten rather good at it. So good, in fact, that he’s started kitting out my “gang” of "friends" from the park in similar gear to mine. Of course, this is hugely embarrassing. There’s never a moment that I’m not dressed exactly the same as any of my canine pals, however, it does help me quantify my good looks, as none of them pull it off quite as I do- except Suki. She’ll give me the silent treatment again if I don’t publicly commend her good looks.
Suki thinks I have a bad attitude and that the way I act is just a defence mechanism because I don’t know how to process my feelings properly - nothing annoys her more than when I taunt her friends for not being allowed off the lead. She’s also pressuring me to try out a vegan diet. I’m thinking of leaving her for a Weimaraner… Though Suki and I would make great puppies…
Anyway, thanks for dropping by my Semaine. I know you’ll love it because quite honestly, I really brought my “A game” to that photoshoot. If you’re up for joining my gang, just let me know and we can sort you out with some stellar knitwear. I’m always looking for new friend- I mean - members."
By Freddie for Semaine. Photography by Chloe Sheppard.