It's a sunny Saturday. The sky is blue. The birds are twerping, but we're stuck without the jeep, so we're walking to have coffee at my old haunt where I used to garden. I haven't been there in a while.
My plan was to sit, sip a cappuccino, do the crossword puzzle, while the dogs languished beside me, taking in the sites.
Wrong. Oh, so wrong...
I tied Zephyr to a plastic chair--he's not going anywhere--then I tied Trooper up short to Zephyr. I gave a nice firm "stay" & went inside. I came out less than 3 minutes later to find Trooper pulling Zephyr AND THE CHAIR down the sidewalk, while customers looked onward. Oh my god....
I wrangled them back, unwound leashes, righted the chair, but Trooper went into a full squirmy, yowling, toddler-esque fit. WTH, dude?
It seems he was after a daschund that had just walked by, and he had no intention of letting her/him getaway.
"Bark! Whine! Pant!" He actually arched his back and tried to squirm out of my arms like a two year old.
I was dying. So much for quiet and inconspicuous.
Even after the daschund was long gone, Trooper would not be consoled, or acquiesced. He went all exorcist on me, so I alpha-dogged him, rolled him over on his back to subdue him. It worked, for a few minutes and then he was off again.
My beautiful frothy cappuccino was cooling. The couple at the next table were gurumphing. I slurped down my coffee and let it go.
What I'm thinking: Trooper needs to be neutered. I'll wait a while, as we just had an operation, but it really needs to be done. Sorry little guy, but it's either me or your libido and since I'm paying your bills, I get to pick.
Life is rough when you're a dog. *Pft*
d, xo
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