Break neck speed

Well well well Monday called and is on its way even though I asked it not to.

My weekend was fabulous. We giggled and pointed and were complete Yayas. Thank you girls.  I needed that recharge, that connection and that reminder that there are wonderful people in this world and I'm lucky enough to know them, calling them friends.

On our way home, we were laughing about Winston's "famous moments." Now my son's is when he barrelled down the hall at break neck speed chasing his squeaky toy, hit the area rug and spun like a carousel horse into the front door landing with a thick "whump" and a pale "peeeshewwww" from the squeaky. Boo is conviced it's why Winston's face is smashed in.

My daughter's moment of Winston Zen was when he was racing her up the lawn (at break neck speed...see a pattern?) ran the gauntlet of lawn chairs and looked back to laugh at my daughter, who was losing said race, but failed to remember the door was shut. "CRASH" right in to the sliding door; so hard it tossed him down the back steps and left him dizzy and stunned. Another vote for the smashed face.

MINE? Well, Cheech had taken Winston for a ride to the grocery store.  He was trying to bond and like the dog. (this thought process and effort has since gone by the wayside.) They pulled in and Cheech got out.  Winston thought he should too.  So, he hopped out, ran (at what? yep. break neck speed) straight into the grocery store.  I'm giggling just remembering this one.  So Cheech goes tearing in after him and discovered him in the pasta aisle making an unwelcome function on the bags of Barilla. Whoopsie! Clean up in aisle five!!!

Last night, I discovered that  this weekend he indulged.  Boy did he.  He ate everything that came in contact with the floor/table/ cups/ plates...you name it, he ate it.  How do I know this?  Well, my Darlings, I know this because I cleaned it up from 12:30am-about 3am this morning. 

FABULOUS. 

It began as hiccups and ended with both of us "laughing at the carpet" so to speak.  It was as if I was emptying a shark.  I wouldn't have been surprised in the least to find a license plate or  some shoes and a fishing rod ( a little Zebco..he's tiny you know)  in all that hot mess. 

As you can imagine, I was ...unhappy? Sure, we'll say that.  To top it off, we have some coyotes near by that decided to serenade us. Well, Winston decided he was going to assert his manliness.  Really? After yakking up everything but the kitchen sink, you now wanna play tough guy?  Birdie crawled under the bed and chuffed, but even she knew better.  Some battles should not be fought.  Wee man...this is one.  But he wouldn't stop.  He paced and growled, he whined and bristled.  Then he shook from low blood sugar, dehydration and heaved some more. Ohhhh boy. You da man Win. You DA MAN! EnOUGH already!

I scooped him up and went out onto the porch.  We could hear them; mournful and eerie but strangely beautiful at the same time.  Winston chuffed and wiggled; so I put him down. My little Mr. T ran back and forth. In puppy I think he was growling  "Bring it ON! I can take ya!"   There was a rustling in the bushes.  Winston in all his bravery, lifted his leg, faked a squirt and dashed for the house.  He ran so fast and so hard that his breath barged from his lungs in raspy pants.  I could only think of Abbott and Costello running from The Wolfman or Dracula "HEEEEYYYY ABOOOOOOTTTT!"  He joined his sister under the bed and lay silently until the sun popped up over the mountain.

In spite of the mess he made, to see him scamper in to the house ...at break neck speed...it might be my new fav.


Oh guys, I have a really great one for you but I just can't seem to get it right on the paper. Bah~ Please be patient.  I'm hoping to break through this block.  I just didn't want to miss your visit.  Besides, we can always giggle and point at Winston.  He's an endless supply of laughs.

Thanks for hangin in with me.  You guys are great. See you soon.