A doggy posse of three

With our older daughter and her husband taking a belated honeymoon trip to Europe for ten days, I volunteered to keep their furry child, Chorkie. He wouldn't do well with boarding because he's quite snarky, so I don't mind. Mostly. Chorkie gets along with our Finn and Pepper, plus it helps that he's kennel trained. 

The one thing I would absolutely change about Chorkie is his propensity to hike his leg and mark things. I don't mind that he pees on my back porch posts because it's easy enough to hose them off. What I DO mind is that he's also peeing on things inside my house. So far the leg hike count includes my fall greenery arrangement, decorated pumpkins, sofa and foot rest. If it resides on the floor, it's fair game for him to sprinkle it with tinkle. The silver lining is that he's a shorter guy and mostly hoses the ground instead of the thing he sidles up to in order to cock his leg.

I had decided not to do any preemptive spraying with the magic no mark stuff. However, it seems I'm learning my lesson the hard way - on my knees with a bleach rag wiping up urine - that the Chorkie will never outgrow this nasty habit since he turned six in August. In Chorkie's little doggy mind, everything is his and must bear his urine scent. 

After a recent Bible study at our new church home, I went to pick up lunch with a couple neighborhood friends. All three of the doggos were oh-so-happy to gobble up the bits of buttered bread I tore off and tossed to them from my lobster roll. Afterwards, little man Finn piled up with me on the sofa while I checked my social media feed. I've seen this look on his face many times before (see pic below), and it never fails to make me giggle. Oh sure, he's annoyingly adept at slaying lizards and geckos that I have to dispose of. But he's just so endearingly sweet, too.