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Stray Chihuahua

I've had a super-full day followed by a full evening and now what looks like will probably be a super-full night.

I got home from work and miscellaneous errands at 7, cooked dinner, and then headed out in search of an antique white shawl to wear with a dress oh my goodness a real one piece dress to a friend's wedding tomorrow night.

The DRESS part is most fantastic. I didn't even wear a real dress at my wedding; my gown was in two pieces. I haven't wore a dress-dress since... gosh. Junior high?

The wedding is going to be on the river boat, and since our pet thunder storm has a way of returning home every evening this week, I expect the same tomorrow night while on the boat. A little extra warmth would do nicely.

And everyone understands that by "antique white shawl" I mean a shawl that is has a color of antique white? Because many volunteers at my office thought I was asking to borrow an antique shawl that was white.

I bought a black one at the thrift store. Black shoes, white purse, maybe I won't look so dumb.

Right. So I got home at 11, drug B to the bedroom where he could continue the sleeping he started on the couch with a book, and took the dog out one last time.

And this adorable little male chihuahua was wandering around in the middle of the road (sounds like how Chilly's story starts). Lacey freaks out because she has to protect her territory (anywhere she is) and has to assert her alpha-ness (over everybody and everything).

She scared the other dog, his ears back flat, and he started backing away. I tied her leash to a nearby tree and sat down in the parking lot to get him to come closer to me. I had to throw rocks at Lacey to keep her from barking so darn loud that late at night.

I managed to pick him up and carried him to Lacey, where they had an excited and hurried sniff-greeting, then we all went inside where I had to bribe Lacey with treats so as to not attack him.

It worked well, since that dog has a one track mind when it comes to food. She worked herself into such a frenzy that she had to pee three more times.

No collar, has been fed plenty of food, coat is shiny and soft, nose cold and damp. Healthy little boy, if not for one deformed back foot. It looks as though it may have been mashed when he was just a pup.

It's really much too late for me to go door-to-door looking for his people, so he is staying with us tonight. The sleeping situation should be pretty tricky, and I don't know how much sleeping I will actually accomplish.

He's laying in my lap as I type this, and shivering. Just like Chilly used to.