Story by: Andy's Owner and Adorer :-)
Andy is my tan, long haired chihuahua that I've had for about 4 years. He's a really sweet dog, with big eyes and a sweet expression. But don't let that look fool you. He's sneaky.
He'll look all cute an innocent, but the moment your back is turned, he's putting some plan into affect. I'm not sure how he does it, but he's always scheming to get outside.
And you know what? It works. I don't know why, but it works.
Last week he caught me as I was coming home with bags of groceries. I managed that step where you, with eight bags hanging from either wrist, pull the door open, sue one foot to force it wider, and you scuttle in sideways, like a crab, while the other foot blocks your tiny, scheming dog from escaping to freedom.
It went well, I got the groceries in, and kept Andy from getting out. Then I had to go out and get the last item: a folding table I was going to use for poker night.
I managed to get the door open, and held it in place with the table while I tried to slip in and keep Andy from getting out.
It didn't work so well. The table got hung up on the door knob, I tripped over the welcome mat, and out went Andy!
You know, chihuahuas move fast. You wouldn't think so, with those tiny short legs, but Andy took off like a shot down the lawn. I yelled for my husband, because there was no way I was going to catch our furry sun in a pair of heels and a pencil skirt.
My husband came out, and took off after Andy, barefoot. My husband's a slim guy, and he was a runner in college, so he caught up to Andy pretty quickly.
But, right as he reached down to scoop up my errant chihuahua, Andy veered to one side, causing my husband to lose his footing, and go sliding into the huge pile of leaves on my neighbour's front yard.
By huge, I mean HUGE. This pile would fill a dozen big black trash bags, I'm sure. I don't know what kind of a tree it is, but apparently it's the sort with lots and lots of leaves.
It was more than enough to swallow a tall man. Leaves are flying, my husband is yelling, and Andy has stopped, on the sidewalk, to watch his dad trash about like a drowning swimmer in the giant leaf pile.
All I could do was try and hold in my laughter long enough to sneak up on Andy and scoop him up. With one hand I held onto him, and the other hand went to helping my husband out of the leaf pile.
For Halloween, I think I'm going to make them both matching leaf outfits.
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