Tink, Tuck, a Trick and a Treat

It was supposed to be my chihuahua Tinkerbelle’s costume.

A pretty tutu it was, bought second hand from the rescue group for Tink’s very first Halloween.

But Tink was terrified and absolutely refused to wear it.

Sometime on Halloween night my terrier Tucker found that tutu on the dining room table, and thinking it was some kind of a tasty treat pulled it right down on the rug.

Once I turned on the lights in the morning, I jumped.

I saw Tuck had learned a very spooky new trick.

Somehow he’d managed to get the tutu up on his head just like a crown.

Now Tuck’s a senior and has never been fond of Halloween. Typically he’d hide under the couch shaking his fears away until the last of the door knocking ghosts and goblins were gone.

But I guess you can always change, no matter if you’re young or old.

And looking at Tuck’s face I believe that my old boy is mighty proud of himself, just as he should be.

Advertisements

Tenacity, Terriers, and my dog Tucker

My terrier Tucker is tenacious in getting what he wants.

He’s also territorial.

Take this morning for example.

The canine clan and I were enjoying the cool morning breeze on the porch when I went into the kitchen to grab a refill of coffee.

I first stopped to move a few magnets on the refrigerator to accommodate my latest art acquisition.

It’s a cheery brightly colored portrait of a brown pup created by a little six year old friend of mine.

I’d left it on my writing desk out on the porch.

When I returned there with my coffee, I saw Tuck had grabbed my blanket and the new picture was up on the loveseat next to him.

Maybe the breeze had carried the art over in his direction.

Though my eleven year senior boy is still quite an athlete and counter surfs with the best of then.

When I tried to take away the picture, Tuck let our a gentle, guttural growl.

“All right, you can keep it for now but don’t let it get dog eared,” I told him. “And I get the blanket.”

I took his snoring as an acceptance of my compromise.

And soon this senior was softly snoring away as well.

Sun, smiles, and a seven pound salty dog

My handsome man Rex and I had a special date for a long walk around the lake yesterday.

With bright sunshine and temps 30 degrees above normal, smiles were blooming everywhere.

After our stroll, Rex’s little upturned nose led us to a local neighborhood bistro.

Rex spotted an inviting table outside, nearby two jovial lab mixes.

And they were seated near their very jolly owners, of course.

My handsome man insisted I extend our date and join him there for a long, leisurely lunch.

The place was much fancier than our usual Golden Arches lunch spot.

It even had menus, and handsome waiters!

I think Rex may have been a little jealous.

Anyway, we carefully studied the menu selecting a sizzling bacon cheeseburger drenched in sautéed oyster mushrooms to split.

Oh, and of course French fries since it was a bistro after all.

Rex just could’t sit still.

He was trembling in great anticipation of our fancy feast

After ten minutes, a silver platter came out through the patio door just for us.

Rex was so excited that he tried to inhale the whole half pound burger, including the bun, in just one bite!

But lucky for me, that mouth was only big enough for a couple of fries.

Though I did finally cut him a couple of pieces of beef once he settled down.

I also quietly reminded Rex that we’d agreed to split the meal as we weren’t exactly splitting the bill.

He nodded, looking a little sheepish as he chewed.

Once my seven pound handsome man started to snore at my feet, I asked for a doggie bag.

And later we were both glad that I did.

Today Rex and I were each able to enjoy two more meals together of leftover bliss.

“Hey, it’s kind of like three dates in one,” I told him this evening as we savored the last of our fries.

Then Rex lovingly licked my hand.

And I think I even saw him smile.

Though maybe it was the salt.