Well, I guess ya'll gotta know what Solomon did to me this past Saturday. First let me explain, there has been a cat from a nearby neighborhood that we believe belongs to someone else, because he is so friendly, but he is a thorn under Solomon's saddle! I took Solomon with me on Saturday to run my errands and he did beautifully, however, when we came home I was getting the groceries out of the car it all went down hill quickly. I took the lead off Solomon and let him have free run of the deck, I got the first "load" in the house went back for the second "load" well I came thru the gate, the cat ran past my feet and Solomon pushed by me and was gone. Gone in 60 Seconds!!! We have given him 2 nicknames--Lucifer and Wiley Coyote. I grabbed his squeeky Wubbie and ran out the door screaming his name. Of course he suddenly does not know his name. Go figure!!! I did not hear anything, like a dog franticly barking or a cat screaming from pain at having been caught by the Wiley Coyote! Luckily no one where I live was home or they would have called 911 for the crazy women running back and forth squeezing a wubbie and hollering "SOLOMON". In a panic I call my husband, out of breath from running down the road to God knows where, my husband thinks I've had a heart attack and is yelling whats wrong? Whats wrong? I tell him what Lucifer has done and that I can't find him anywhere. What am I gonna do? He yells, "I'm on my way" I began to cry because I thought of my poor baby lost to me and no one can love him like I do. I suddenly hear a yap, and see a white kitty running for his life and I knew that not far behind him would be the "Coyote". So I hunkered down and waited. Out from under our neighbors deck, which is only 2" high, comes flying a ball of energy hell bent on catching the Roadrunner. I scooped him up, promptly telling him just what a bad boy he truly was and re-deposited him on the deck and then we went thru the list together of all his wrongs that he had just committed. I called my husband to let him know that I had Lucifer. He chuckled because he had borrowed a Dodge Van that would not stay cranked no matter what he did. He said it cut off on him at least 4 times a mile from the shop. The moral of this story is, be Cesar Milan and claim the gate when entering or leaving or at least tie the boy where he can't shoot thru the gate!!! and borrow a vehicle that runs.I have found a class that begins on April 19 that offers Obiedence Training. Guess who is gonna be in it, Solomon, aka Lucifer aka Wiley Coyote!! Gotta love the boy.
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