Family Trouble
I just got back from a short hike with my sissy, Frankie, the chiweenie. I can't say it was the most enjoyable walk. For starters, Mother was mean to Linguini, the biggest and oldest dog in our home. Mother, left Linguini behind. I would be devastated if that happened to me, but again, I'm a tiny tea cup chihuahua. Now, you may wonder, why was Linguini left behind, if not for health reasons? Well, to be absolutely frank, Linguini is an escape artist. One of her nicknames is indeed Houdini. Tonight, Linguini took off right after dinner and started raiding other people's homes for left-overs. Mom worries too much when my dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer sissy's gone, I get that; however, I believe that she does not need worry quite as much. Linguini is street savvy and very fast, even now that she's 10. She needs to roam, I get it. The only thing that I worry about is that sometimes our neighbors call the pound and no rescue pup likes to have the pound knocking on their front door.
Needless to say, our walk was a sad one. Frankie, Mommy, and I were all missing Linguini.
The proof! Linguini on her way out
(of course we stopped her after taking this photo)
Is it more common for dalmatians or german shorthaired pointers to escape?
Oh! Excuse me now, please. I'm being called in the kitchen for a family meeting. In-te-re-sting...
Twink!
