So I separate from the wife of 3 years, gambling and drinking may have played contributing roles, and I'm sole King of the hacienda, I work smart, play hard. We're still on really good terms but just living apart, if that makes sense. I'm out back closing the pool for the winter, we had a really warm fall so I kept it open until the first of December cause I gots da friends that like to "dip" at night. In the privacy gate comes the wife, we're knocking down Scotches and closing the pool. She's got this round ball of black and white in her hands with a real shit eating grin on her face.....it's a damn Shih Tzu pup, 6 weeks old, thinks I need some company. I'm like WTF??? Naturally take the dog in, but MG, if I made any attempt to leave it's airspace, the puppy howling was unnerving. This was a cool house I owned in Tulsa, built in 1926, and had a nice sunroom with the art-deco mosaic tile floor, ideal in my mind for a new, untrained animal. Had no way to keep the dog in there because the two entrances to it were open, no doors. So I used my old college milk crates I'd been hanging on to for 25+ years to block passage. That little shit, no more than 10 inches long, managed to get over the milk crates and actually make it up two steps toward the upstairs, howling like a banshee. This went on for a week before I threw the towel in and put a washable blanket on my bed. And the damn dog never once peed or shit on the blanket, would come start licking my face when it needed to go out. Dog turned out to be one of the smartest I've ever seen.
Now, let's gamble!
~T~
Now, let's gamble!
~T~
