Y'all know we didn't want the accountant daughter's dog. We told her it was a mistake because she'd have no time for him once she finished grad school and started working. He's Chorkie to us now, not the name Dewey she gave him. So here we are with the little rat as a full time resident. Whether it's because he's getting older or that he's in the pack with our two, we've noticed he's definitely mellowing some. He'll always have that feisty chihuahua side, but he can be really sweet now. Especially when he wants attention.
Part of the accountant daughter's morning routine when she's staying with us is to motor over a few blocks from our house to the nearest coffee drive thru to get herself a caffeine hit and Chorkie a bit of sugar. Sometimes it's a donut, or maybe donut holes. He has learned that the word DONUT means he gets to ride in the car for a fried dough doused in sugar treat. So now we have to spell it out around him.
The husband and I were going through a drive thru last Sunday evening for a burger when we spied a corgi in the car in front of us. He seemed to be enjoying himself, riding in the owner's lap and hanging his head out the window while sniffing the air for the smell of french fries with that long bottlenosed snout.
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