I heard a screech coming from the kitchen and a Chihuahua barking. Only one.
A cat flew by my head to the top of the bookshelf.
Butch, the other Chihuahua, ran across my door, down the hallway to the stairs. Kids, dogs barking and a crazy lady with a knife, close on Butch’s heels, ran by.
A cacolphony like you never heard.
I was alarmed. It seems Butch grabbed an onion thinking yum aromatic ball. Think I’ll steal it.
He knew this was bad. Or he would not have ran.
My daughter (crazy lady with knife) recalled the lost potato incident. Smelled like a dead body when the Lil’wrekker found it in the hall closet.
So Butch had to be caught.
He got to the end of the hall and part way up the stairs and the onion became too heavy for his round head and teeny legs to haul up the to the top. And he just gave up. My daughter said he looked sad when he woefully watched the onion roll down the steps.
He was chastised a bit, but she felt sorry for him, he was feeling the burn of the onion juice in his mouth and kept pawing at his face.
I don’t think he’ll be grabbing “aromatic balls” any more.
I’ve never considered Chihuahuas to be particularly smart dogs. I bet that Bayliss – a proper dog – was either watching the proceedings with amusement, or was somewhere upstairs innocently having a nice nap.
Bayliss the tailless does have a bit of a nosy side.
He is always amused at the “littles”(his word for the Chihuahuas)antics. He was following along. Did make a “woof” or two.
Yes @Spoons Butch and the Sundance kid are the Chihuahuas. Actually my daughter’s doggies.
I personally changed their names. Their former names were just embarrassing. I made the exec decision to do it. Surprisingly, well maybe not “surprise” so much, they don’t care. And will come to any name if you chirp it out in a sing song voice and possibly have a treat.
No kidding! I remember once that just one potato found its way out of the bag I had underneath the sink and rolled out of sight towards the back. One day I came home and smelled something vile. I opened up the cabinet door and started gagging. Yep, it was that one lone potato, or at least its rotting remains.
yum aromatic ball. Think I’ll steal it.
