This weekend was a weekend of cleaning up the yard of fallen limbs, leaves and any other crazy thing that might be in the yard, that shouldn't be. While I think it is so much fun at first to have all the family outside with me while I run wild, it quickly turns into a yard of horrors when someone lights a fire. I hate the fires.
Of course mom did not get any pictures of me being ever mantastically handsome playing in the yard, but I am sure you can visualize it.
Anywoo…back to the fire. Saturday, my dad started a big fire, which I totally stayed clear of and then another little fire up the hill, which I managed to dodge equally as well. It was the fire that mom started in the backyard that I was drawn too. One reason I was fond of this fire was a strategically placed table that was near said fire. On this wonderful table was placed in no particular order…sausage dogs on a stick, marshmallow also stuck on a stick, graham crackers, chocolate and chips. In Chihuahua world, a buffet of forbidden yumminess!
I did manage through the night to eat a fallen marshmallow and a few bits of sausage dog….not the bountiful buffet that I dreamed of, but a score for me.
Here is where the scariness for mom came into play. After baths and some TV time, I started shaking. Mom changed my shirt, covered me up and covered me with kisses. It didn’t work...but the kisses were nice. For hours I had trouble sleeping and kept shaking everytime I breathed in.
Mom, a great, but un-college vet has diagnosed me with smoke induced asthma. Yep, know what that means?? I didn’t get to partake of any outdoor activities yesterday beyond the necessary potty break. It was okay actually because I stayed indoors, in the heat and enjoyed some peace and quite and the occasional snack!
Speaking of snacks!!!
you will be having a special package arriving in the mail this week!! I hope you enjoy it!!!