Taco Day

Yesterday may have been Father's Day but at our house it was also Taco Day, Taco as in the dog, not the food.  When I found out a dog named Taco was coming to visit I was excited but cautious.  Momma said Taco was puppy and I know how puppies can be.

When Taco first walked into the my house he growled at me.  I tried to be nice and not get mad at him but he was in MY house growling at me!  What kind of dog does that?  Taco's mom kept him on a short lease because he kept growling at me.  I thought maybe he would just hit the road but Momma suggested we go in the yard.

I think Taco just needed some fresh air because once we got outside he was pretty cool.  He ran around like he had forgotten to take his medicine and soon wore himself out.  I took this opportunity to check him out and figure out what the deal was with him.

Taco soon found some energy and decided to check me out while I was checking him out.  Copycat!  

Momma doesn't have any pictures of us playing because we were running too fast for the camera.  Zoom!  That Taco sure can haul butt!  I chased him for a bit but he really wanted to chase me so being the nice hostess I let him.

He chased me and chased me until I ran and hid under the table.  Taco apparently couldn't figure out that I can't see because just when I thought he was done chasing me he would come flying across the yard and run head first into me.  BAM!   He knocked me over again and again until I finally had to put him in his place.

"Chill dude!  I cannot see you coming and you are going to give me brain damage!"

"Yes, I accept your apology but only because you are my guest.  Please don't run into me again or else I'm going to go poodle on you.  Capice?"

Taco tried to make up for his rude behavior by letting me eat his dinner.  I could tell he wasn't a pug from a mile away because he wasn't interested in eating dinner.  WHAT?  What is wrong with this dog?  So while Momma was in the house eating her non-bbq food, I was in the yard eating Taco's dinner.  I had almost finished it all when all of a sudden - busted!  The food police showed up and the kibble party was over.  

I decided that I liked Taco but I don't think he'll be coming back.  I think this was a one time deal and I'm okay with that.  I'm still tired from all the playing because I guess I'm getting old. Maybe I need to take some vitamins.  Geritol, anyone?