Yesterday was a nice relaxing day. It was sunny, mid-60s, a perfect day for just hanging out. Dahlia didn't even want to walk in the morning. She wanted to do nothing other than lay on the porch and in the grass near the porch relaxing in the sun. Of course, that was interrupted by the eejit kid across the street.
We met this kid back a couple months ago when they first got their Dachshund puppy, Turbo. The puppy had gotten loose (they thought it would be a good idea to just let the puppy run around, except then all it did was RUN AWAY) and they were trying to catch it. I tried to get them to back off so I could lure the pup to me with a treat and catch him. But no. Every time the puppy would get near me, the kid would run up screaming and try to grab him. I finally gave up and told them they were on their own (the father ultimately ended up cornering him underneath my car and grabbing him by the tail to pull him out *headdesk*).
So anyway, I'm inside doing some laundry and I hear all this commotion from outside. Dahlia has noticed a dog, a big beautiful Samoyed, who is being "walked" by his owner who is driving a golf cart. Along with this, the kid has decided to bring Turbo over to Dahlia and he is running the dog around her, which is annoying her. She keeps growling and barking at the dog because it's running around and around and jumping on her every chance it gets. The kid seems to think this is funny but at the same time keeps saying "Your dog isn't nice...why does she growl like that?" Argh. GO. AWAY.
So I think they're finally going to go away and Dahlia is relaxing, when the kid brings the dog back over and lets it head over to the French toast Dahlia had discarded. Dahlia, none too happy with this dog stealing HER food (even though she didn't want the food) rushes the dog and barks in his face. The kid just keeps letting the dog try to get the food and I decide it's time to bring Dahlia inside, even though she really just wants to be left in peace to enjoy lazing in the sun.
And THEN we're inside and Dahlia is looking forlornly outside and the kid starts running the dog back and forth across our porch! WTF. David finally shouts "JUST GO AWAY" to the kid and tells him to leave Dahlia alone. Kid finally gets a clue and goes home. UGH!
To top it off, the whole family leaves a short while later and Turbo is left tied up outside alone. I went to check on his water and either he had finished it all (it was a tiny bowl) or they never left him with any. I filled it up. The poor dog immediately drank half of it. That poor dog, being left to the care of those people.
Anyway, we got a lot of laundry done (oh excitement!) and then headed out to the railroad tracks to go walking. It was where we first took Dahlia the day after we got her (we got her late at night, so no walks with us until the next morning). Cameras, of course, came along.
Dahlia always wonders why we keep stopping. Damn us and those cameras!
But then we saw THIS!
Which, of course, resulted in this:
And this:
Oh boy, that was a tasty chipmunk!
Just kidding! You didn't think she actually got it, did you?
Mmmm smell that delicious air! I think I smell...MORE CHIPMUNKS!!!
Oh Alvin? Theodore? You guys down there?
Come out, come out, where ever you are!
Oh boy, this is fun!
Doing the faceplant again.
I think I see Simon down there!
All that digging is hard work!
Just how much dirt DO you think she swallowed?
We finally called her off of it to head back. But then she found another one!
Which resulted in her sporting this lovely look.