Poor, Poor Doggie

So-Kirby and I were outside cleaning out the car which should really happen daily but happens about once per month.

Anyway-we were out there minding our own business. Kirby was on his leash. Suddenly a loud barking sound came from next door. Usually the barking is muffled because it comes from inside the neighbor's house. Today however, it was definitely not muffled. I looked up and the neighbor's dog was charging my little tiny dog.

The neighbor's dog is about a foot higher and two feet longer than mine. The neighbor's dog outweighs mine by about 50 pounds.

So-the dog is charging over to us, his leash dragging on the ground. The neighbor who is about 95 and can hardly walk practically ran after the dog. (Kind of hilarious if it weren't so scary!)

The dog made it over to Kirby and started--well, I don't really know because I wasn't on the receiving end. I ran to the other end of Kirby's leash and stepped in front of him to keep the other dog away. Kirby, in his attempt to get away, wound his leash around the carport pole.

Of course the poor old guy was mortified. Kirby was shaking he was sooo scared. I was trying to figure out how to comfort Kirby and let the neighbor know I wasn't angry-you know--brotherly love and all.....

I finally picked Kirby up, the neighbor caught the leash of his dog and they went on a walk. Kirby and I finished cleaning out the car-but he insisted on being held. He even jumped in the car and refused to get out.

All of this took place in a two minute time period. An hour later, poor Kirby was still shaking. He didn't cringe or anything when I felt his bones and stuff, but he was moving kind of slowly. I finally gave the poor boy a half a baby aspirin.

Now he is sleeping in between my legs-under a blanket. He starts shaking again when I take him out to go to the bathroom.

That's my doggie story for today....

Firsts and Opposites

First fire in my fireplace:



First dinner cooked on my stove:



Hamburger Helper: No side dishes (that's for Tricia and Rich)

First coat I needed to buy for a pet:



No, I'm not crazy. He went with me on my Christmas trip to Arizona. We went from this:



To this:



From this:



To this:



If the pictures don't speak for themselves we went from clear blue to smog so thick you couldn't see the mountains. From 60 degrees to 9 degrees. The dog still needs shoes--we can't stay out too long--his feet freeze. Poor thing! Oh do we long for Arizona!