Friday was a beautiful day in our part of the country. Blue blue sky with nary a cloud in sight. We had taken hubby’s car to our mechanic on Thursday so he had my car at work and #3 was at work with her car so I was literally stuck at home with no transportation to go anywhere even if I’d wanted to.
I had taken Chorizo out early in the morning and a little closer to lunchtime but it was still a little chilly out. I took him back out around 3 or so and it was so beautiful that I couldn’t stand it anymore. I put him on the chain and came back in and got a blanket and sheet and a small pillow along with my phone and Kindle and decided to lie out for a while. Not “in the sun” because I don’t do that anymore since my dermatologist convinced me several years ago after removing several “suspicious” moles that I did not want skin cancer.
I found a nice spot in the shade and spread out my blanket which was immediately jumped on my Chorizo and Poe leaving me about a third of our already small blanket. Let me tell you, I’m not sure who enjoyed it more…. The dog, the cats or myself!
Mind you this entire time I had to keep Chorizo on the leash or chain or both (yes for a while I attached the retractable leash to the chain to give him more running room) since our yard is not fenced and 9 times out of 10 if you leave him more than 10 seconds NOT chained in some form or fashion he either takes off for the abandoned driving range (last time it took me 30 minutes to find him in the overgrown weeds) or down to the next cul-de-sac where his “girlfriend” Samantha lives or towards the front of the subdivision where I am scared to death that he will run into the main road before I can catch him and get hit by a car.
I have found that there are several methods to “catch” him. He loves jelly beans. Don’t ask how I know. And don’t judge. Let’s just say that hubby loves Starburst jelly beans and somehow he discovered that Chorizo LOVES green Starburst jelly beans. Seriously, he can be entirely on the other side of the house and if he hears that jelly bean bag crinkle he comes running full force. So the other day hubby takes him outside without his leash and sure enough he takes off for the street. I took off after him and yelled back over my shoulder to hubby “Run inside and get the jelly beans!” He was all “WHY?” and I said “Just DO what I said! RUN!” I found him at the top of the hill at the end of the street but he wouldn’t let me put my hands on him. He’d get justsoclose and then take off! Hubby finally showed up with the jelly beans and I said “Shake the bag!” He’s again like “What good is that gonna do?” “Just TRUST me!” And sure enough as soon as he heard that bag shake he came and stood right in front of hubby waiting for his jelly bean and while he was distracted by the anticipation of the green jelly bean I grabbed him. Yeah, weird I know.
He is also fascinated by flash lights. You can make him run around and around and around in circles until he almost falls out with the beam of a flash light but that only works when it’s dark outside and I found out that you can’t take the flash light out at night for him to do his business because h e gets so distracted by the light that he forgets to do his business and just chases the light around.
He LOVES to ride in the car more than anything and last time #1 was home he somehow got his chain pulled loose and was at the top of the hill between our yard and the driving range dragging the chain behind him when #1 just happened to go out to move her vehicle so #3 could leave for work. As soon as he saw her car moving he came barreling down the hill and she opened the door and he jumped in. Close call. I dread to think what would have happened if we had not realized he was loose. He would probably have gotten eaten by coyotes or hit by a passing car.
Thursday when #3 was leaving for work the garage door happened to be open and I went out to get something out of the refrigerator in the garage and quick as a wink he was out that door and running down the driveway. I quickly yelled for #3 to stop and ran over to hubby’s car and opened the door and said “Wanna go for a ride?” He immediately ran over and jumped in the car. I picked him up and took him inside because I didn’t have the keys with me but felt so guilty that when hubby came home we took him to Sonic and bought him (Chorizo) a hot dog (does that make him a cannibal?). I know… I know… we’re terrible grandpoopieparents.
Once or twice a week if I have to go to the bank I make sure I can use the drive through and take him for a ride so he can flirt with the drive through tellers and I stop usually and get a Starbucks (for me, not him… he’s needs no caffeine as he is already hyper as all get out) and sometimes run to Martins and get him a side order of sausage so he can flirt with the drive through girl. They all know him and he gets doggy biscuits at the bank so he’s in hog heaven. Last week he found a new perch. The back window. He lay there for most of the trip to the bank but then he started drooling really badly and I was afraid he was going to throw up in the back window so I coaxed him down.
Yes, he is a spoiled rotten grandpoopie and he still thinks he’s a Rottweiler or Pit Bull. He has no idea he’s the runt of most litters. And hubby says he doesn’t think he realizes that there is a difference between himself and the cats. I think he thinks he’s a cat. He plays this game with them (while he’s on his leash… big dummy) where he runs up to within smacking distance of them and right when they go to smack him he runs off in the opposite direction. Only today he got a beat down from it. He didn’t realize that the cat was between him and me and that he was literally at the end of his rope. He baited the cat and when she smacked he had nowhere to run and literally got a smack down from LaLa. It was seriously funny if it hadn’t been so sad because he had no clue that he couldn’t get away. Then I felt kinda bad for laughing. Not too bad because I still laughed. I think I hurt his feelings… Poor baby.