We’re so glad Rita is a tiny little runt of a dog. I can’t imagine what life with her would be like if she was much bigger. She can be so sweet and she can be 100% devil dog!
She doesn’t mind her clothes so much any more and I love dressing her. Earlier this week, it was pretty cold and I think she liked having on her little fleece sweater. By the end of the week, it was near 80º and the only appropriate clothing would have been a bikini, which she doesn’t have . . yet. We had the air conditioner on yesterday afternoon!
Her devil behavior started Thanksgiving Day. We went to the home of friends for Thanksgiving and they didn’t want the turkey carcass so I brought it home to make broth and turkey bone soup. There was a bit of meat left on the bones so Vince sat down at the table and picked it all off, piling it up on a plate. Then we went out to take care of the chickens and he forgot to push his chair in. When we got back in the house, Rita had gotten in his chair and on the table and had her fill of Thanksgiving turkey!
We’ve been very careful to push our chairs under the table but yesterday I went to town. We were going to grill burgers for dinner. I guess the bag of buns was hanging just over the edge of the counter and she must have jumped and jumped til she grabbed the bag and pulled it down.
I crumbled the remaining buns for the birds . . we did NOT have them for dinner.
Vince said “Rita, I can see why your former parents yelled at you!” We didn’t yell at her but I guess we’re going to have to be extra careful about everything . . even things we thought there was no way she could reach!