Something followed us back from Louisiana. We had a stellar road trip. We did. And I’ll be telling y’all all about the cool SnapLeash and how well it works with two little dogs, as well as the magic that is Jones Beef Liver Taffy when traveling a couple thousand miles with tiny dogs. but today is Wordless Wednesday, so I’ll be telling y’all about Frank instead. With a photo or three.
Frank followed us home from Baton Rouge, but I didn’t know it until yesterday, when I heard yipping and snarling. Chewy is a killer. Did you know that? This dog, here.
Affenpinschers are bred to kill rats and mice. These cute little terriers are fierce killing machines. So occasionally he brings a dead mouse or rat into the house. But I didn’t expect what I saw yesterday. Chewy is usually a little more refined.
Yesterday I heard his wee feet come thumping down the stairs, and his high pitched voice yipping and growling. He ran past in a flash. Speaking of Flash, he couldn’t be bothered with little dog issues.
Patches wasn’t impressed with the vicious killing noises coming from the dining room, either.
So who is Frank? And what did Chewy have? And how did Frank follow us home from the Baton Rouge leg of the road trip? Y’all, meet Frank.
Chewy found Frank in the baggage that hasn’t been unpacked. Obviously, Frank thought he could handle living with a small dog, farther north. More obviously, Frank was dead wrong. Chewy won this battle and lived to see another day. Frank did not.
So that’s the aftermath of the road trip from Louisiana. I should probably alert my sister that there’s a nest of small gators living in or near her yard. I can’t imagine we picked him up anywhere else. Unless he hitched a ride when we stopped in Krotz Springs to buy boudin balls … but that’s another story for another day!
Until I write again …
Flea
