My Pooch Took Me to School But Paid The Price

If you read this blog you know we took in a rescue dog February 6 of this year. We thought he was around 4 years old but just found out he'll be six in January. His original name was Shorty but that's a name you give a person who hangs out in bars so the Queen changed it to Charlie. As the photo notes he's a Cairn Terrier. Cairn refers to rocks of northern Scotland. His ancestors went into the rocks and snagged rats.  I don't know if they ate them but they surely killed 'em dead.

Charlie would have fit nicely in the 1700's in my father-in laws homeland. He's quick like a bunny. I once saw him on the tail of a duck and he almost snagged her. He is, to say the least crafty, and last night he gave me a lesson in his skills.

Last evening Her Majesty and I went to a nifty little Italian restaurant called Pasqualie's. They've been around for years and the owner was buddies with The Rat Pack; Frank Sinatra, etc. I ordered the Supreme pizza for the both of us to share. As it was we couldn't devour the entire thing and brought home half of it. As I am want to do I snagged a piece to take to bed.

Charlie who should have been named Velcro because he's pretty much attached to me and followed me to bed. Hey, this guy has a nose for smell. He can pick up the scent of a half eaten hot dog from five miles away. Anyway, when I got upstairs I placed the pizza on a night stand about five feet from the bed then went downstairs to do some such thing.

When I got back the Za was gone. The little scamp had jumped on the bed, jumped the five feet to the table and devoured the morsel. I didn't yell at him because dogs, like people, can get their feelings hurt and besides what good would it do? I also knew he was going to suffer.

That pizza was loaded with pepperoni, spicy sausage, a variety of cheeses and other spices. Within ten minutes he ran downstairs. I followed to watch him slurp all the water out of his dish. I put in more and in a short time it too was gone.

Normally, I let him sleep in my bed for an hour before he goes in his cage. I was more that concerned that his special treat would be coming out both ends. I wasn't wrong.