I got tackled this morning by a wee vicious doggie. After I put Mojo upstairs I walked out of the house, closed the door, and started to lock it when a small projectile slammed against the back of my legs. I jumped a little and looked down. There was the little westie (West Highland Terrier) that lives two doors down sitting at my feet and wagging his tail.
So I locked the door, and started to give him the big fuss he seemed to want. "Oh doggie! You got me! you got me! But where do you come from? Aren't you cute?"
The westie tried to climb up my legs... by then his owner had come and scooped up the dog that she called "Griffin..."
As she apologized I just told her it was okay and that she had a cute dog. She thanked me and carried the squirmy Griffin back to their house. That little white poof ball head kept swiveling back to look at me as I walked towards my car.
So I locked the door, and started to give him the big fuss he seemed to want. "Oh doggie! You got me! you got me! But where do you come from? Aren't you cute?"
The westie tried to climb up my legs... by then his owner had come and scooped up the dog that she called "Griffin..."
As she apologized I just told her it was okay and that she had a cute dog. She thanked me and carried the squirmy Griffin back to their house. That little white poof ball head kept swiveling back to look at me as I walked towards my car.
