Molly Is Here To Stay

Back and forth, back and forth I went on Molly.  One day I was giving her back the next I was keeping her.  I've had Molly for four whole days and yesterday was the turning point.  She must have heard me speaking on the phone, complaining about how she eats, I have to clean up her poop, and she wouldn't bark at anything but birds!  I'd look at her and say "Molly, what am I getting out of this?" 
Molly doesn't have one favorite piece of furniture, she spends equal amounts of time sleeping on all of the chairs!
Day before yesterday I was heading out for the evening with friends and decided to leave Molly in the house.  She wasn't too happy but settled down after a few minutes.  About five minutes went by while I was waiting for my ride and I decided to peek in the window to see which chair Molly was sleeping in.  Ha!  Molly wasn't sleeping at all, in fact, she had used the chair I left by the table, climbed up and was walking all over my computer on top of the table!  That was not good!  She was going back for sure!
I made her go outside where she spent the evening until I returned.  When I did get back home she was so sorry and so glad to see me that I thought "how can I make her go back?"  And then, the next morning the door bell rings and Molly barked!  Real barks, not sissy dog barks!  That is when I decided that Molly was staying.   Molly and I are a pair now, she finally has a home that she can protect and call her own and I have a companion, AND a watch dog.  I still have to shovel poop but she loves me, I know she does.

Good Golly Miss Molly!

Meet Molly, not sure if she has a last name, but it may turn out to be Hall!  No one is quite sure how old Molly is, the concensus is she is somewhere between two and three years old.  Molly is a Schnauzer, has silver gray coloring with very light brown eyes and a tail that never stops wagging.  Molly also has this "thing" she does with her leg, putting it up in the air as though she is asking for something but other than affection I haven't figured out what that can be.  I think she will be a good walking buddy and I'm pretty happy she likes my cooking, although, how hard is kibble in a bowl! 
I've committed to keeping her for a week, that should be enough time for me to fall in love with her. A week should also give her enough time to run and high tail it away from me like Willie did! 

Remember Willie? Well, he left the nest

I called and called, I think you know the rest

Crazy dog, he had it all

I thought he loved that yellow, rubber ball

But even that he left behind

He didn’t even seem to mind

Now I’m left with food, treats and toys

I don’t know about those fickle, fickle boys!


Okay, you made it thru that, the rest is easy!
After Willie ran away, I decided that he was just too much dog for me so he has become a ward of the La Paz Dog Whisperer and tomorrow I will meet dog number two, Molly. 

Molly is a Schnauzer, I think she is two years old and a dear.  We shall see. 

I shall keep you posted on the dog thing, everything else is great! La Paz is beautiful as always and today was a sleeveless day! 

Happy Holidays to all of you!

Willie Saves The Day

Let me start out by saying that Willie has become very possesive of me and our home!  He doesn't seem to like men, especially Mexican men. 
Now, for the story:  Judy R. told me time and again "be careful with those metal doors you have in the kitchen because if they close on you they lock and you can't get back in."  Well, that is exactly what happened just l/2 hour ago!  I went out to the laundry room to hang up clothes and "WHOP" the door closed!  My first thought was "no problem, the guy that made the doors said they wouldn't lock on me". After I finished hanging the clothes I went to re-enter the house and......you got it.......door was locked! My heart started pounding and I started to get that claustrophobic feeling one gets just before they know there is no escape!  As Victoria would say, I thought "what the f---k"!  Then I started to think rationally about my options:
1) The Alamo guys were next door, but Willie won't allow anyone in the yard. By the way, where is Willie?
2)  I could call someone, but wait, I didn't have my cell phone.
3)  I could wait until someone missed me but that wouldn't be until  tomorrow, at the earliest, when Crit comes at 11:00 a.m. but when I don't answer the door she will figure I forgot and she will leave!
4)  I could use the hidden key, but wait, there is NO hidden key!
5)  I could break the window between the laundry room and the kitchen but there are bars on the window to keep people out!  Maybe if I broke the glass, my arm would be long enough to reach the handle on the door. Nope, arm isn't quite long enough.
6)  Okay, think Ana, think.
A Plan: 
1)  Get some rope ready.
2)  Call Willie and make lots of noise so he will come running.
3)  Tie Willie up and yell for the car wash kids to come and walk into my house and open the door for me.
Well: 

1) I made a lot of racket and Willie, bless his heart, came running.
2) I had a nice length of rope that Christina had left for me to tie a tarp onto her car when it gets here.
3) First, I tied Willie up real close to the outside bars of the laundry room, I knew he would have a fit if he saw one of the Mexican kids from next door in our yard so I tied and held him real close to the bars.
4) Next, I yelled my fool head off and finally one of the kids climbs up the wall and says "whatsup"?
    I asked him if he could climb over the wall and into the house and open the door for me, which he
    did.
5)  Just as I suspected, I thought Willie was going to have a heart attack watching this kid climb over the wall!  Poor Willie!  Oh wait, poor me, I'm the one locked up!

You know what?  Willie came when I called, he stood real close to the bars so I could tie a length of rope on him and he let me be rescued!  He barked because he was supposed to bark, he just wanted them to know that he's vicious! It would have been easier to be rescued without the stress of thinking he might maul someone to death, but we did the best we could and it worked out.
Thank you Willie!  Thank you Mexican kid next door!