Fruitfly Wonderdogs

One Sunday afternoon, I decided to sit on the back porch to blog and write in my journal.

I had been feeling funky (allergies were kicking my proverbial butt, and my real one, too!) but thought I just needed some “outside time.”

Out I went, in my pajamas.  I grabbed a blankie, my iPhone, my MacBook.  ThatManILove had brought me a chai tea latte.

I was set.

And then, something I read flung a craving upon me...for an orange.

I unwrap, pad into the kitchen, grab an orange.  Peel it.  

I look down.

Zack is drooling, Zanna looking all expectant.

Yup.  

I pad back to my chair.  Wrap all back up in my blankie.  Computer on my lap.  Get all set.

I look left of my chair, where I am so wonderfully ensconced.
Zack is drooling, Zanna looking all expectant.  Again.  What part of this did they not get?  Grrrrrrrr.

It turns out that they’re orange-tarians.

But at least they sit while they’re getting their treats.

I lost a full half of my orange to them.  My weirdo, fruitfly dogs.

My Cajun German Shorthair, Zack

Zack is a Cajun dog.

He comes from a long line of German Shorthairs, but when it comes to things of a culinary persuasion, he’s a Cajun.

I know.

I caught him.

Again.

Stealing.  Trying to break and enter.

Trying to break and enter into my ONLY precious box of Community Tea.   That my friend, Connie, arranges with her friend, Raymond, to bring in from Louisiana.  I would have been down for the count until their next scheduled shipment of contraband. (Why don’t they sell that here in Midland, Texas?)

The twerp.

I heard him.  Zanna, perched atop the brown comforter, went all alert.

First clue.

Then, I heard another noise.  Like a box.  Cellophane.  Snap, crackle, pop.

Zanna went more alert, and poised her body for instant takeoff.

I decided to beat her to it.

I rounded the corner, and voila.

Zack had taken the brand new box of Community Tea bags, off the wayyyy back of the kitchen counter, still wrapped in cellophane, and was trying to break and enter.

That, my fellow dog lovers and/or readers, would have been a holy mess.

Thank God I caught him.

What the heck???

He ALMOST had it faded, the twerp.