Moving Mountains

Since he couldn’t cuddle with me he went and found a comfy place to sleep on. Such a chihuahua.

Puppies. Puppies are adorable. I’ve had three to deal with in my lifetime. 

My first dog, who was a cocker spaniel. My mother’s dog who is a Chihuahua and then there’s Laxsie. My current dog. My Brazilian Terrier.

Now, if you’ve never had a puppy I guess it’ll be hard to understand but if you have…you know it gets, well, not so glamourous.

Let me just put it this way, Laxsie is a terrier. A rat/bird-killing-destroy-anything-that’s-in-his-way-when-bored terrier. And its very true what they say, if you don’t have prior dog experience do NOT get a terrier puppy. They are quite something.

He’s 12 years old now and he’s calmed down but that took over a decade to accomplish. They’re puppies forever. And he’s stubborn. He’d probably go through fire and jump into lava for that tennis ball of his.

The last thing he did is idiot jumped out of my suv but his leash was still on so he was choking. Because he’s that hyper and impatient. I had to hurry to save him from choking. 

There’s literally been times that I’ve let go of his leash and pretend that’s not my dog but he still follows me. 

Which has only happened once because he cannot go off leash. He runs like a maniac and pee’s on everyone’s front yards and torments the first cat that gets in his way.

He hates cats. With a passion.

But as crazy as he is, he has manners. He says thank you after I feed him. I’ll stand there watching him attack his food and say, “Laxsie, what do you say?” So he turns to look at me and wags his tail as if saying, “Thank you momma.” And he stares at me until I close the door.

I’ve considered renting him out to people so he can go to their backyards and kill all their rats. He’s an excellent ratter. He killed Fernando ( a rat that my best friend and I named after he nearly gave us a heart attack and he lived in our trees until Laxsie got to him).

As in love as I am with Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Irish Wolfhounds and Pembroke Welsh Corgi’s…nothing compares terriers. Because deep down I believe that terriers are the breed for me.

I think I’m a masochist since Laxsie killed my birdy Manolo. I still call Laxsie Cain to this day when I remember.

Laxsie got in trouble today. I opened the side door and he ran out. Without warning. I caught him agonizing the poor cats neighbor who was hiding in the bushes.

I carried him home and left.

I came back 2 hours later and he KNOWS he’s in trouble…that’s why he attacked me with kisses.