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Leia’s Great Adventures…

After taking my son to work this morning, I treated myself to a Starbucks mocha. Leia was riding with me and thrilled when the barista at the drive up window noticed how cute she was and asked if she could have a pupachino.

She’s never had one that I know of so I said sure, but just a little. Delicate puppy tummy, you know. They gave her a little squirt of whipped cream in an espresso-sized cup and when she tasted it — well, look at those eyes LOL!

Leia’s Excellent Adventure…

This is Leia at home…
This is Leia on an adventure…

I like to take the little Jackahuahua in the car with me every so often so she gets comfortable riding in case we take her on a driving vacation sometime. She’s usually good in the car, she just doesn’t like to lay down — or even sit down most of the time. So I got her a seat belt that hooks to the back of her harness and clips into the car restraint, so she can’t jump into the front seat or the hatchback while I’m driving.

She can stand up against the door and walk across the back seat. And even though she’s only 11 pounds, she can apparently step on the button and open the back window with her paw! Yep, she did it the other day when we were on our way to pick up youngest from work. Scared me to death!

I heard the noise behind me and felt a burst of icy air before I turned and saw the window going down as Leia was trembling with excitement or cold, I’m not sure which. Or maybe it was me screaming, “What are you doing?!” Thank goodness I could reach her harness and pull her away from the window while rolling it up from the driver’s side.

By the time we pulled up at Top Golf, she’d warmed up and stopped shaking but definitely needed a potty break. And when youngest came out, she was back at her spot in the car window, wagging furiously and thrilled to see him as if it were any other day…

The Adventures of Leia…

Leia – yes, she’s a princess!

On Sunday we adopted this tiny little five year old Chihuahua Terrier(?) mix from Rescue Vets in our area. Apparently she was brought from a shelter in KY with a high kill rate. So far we know nothing about her except that she’s 11 pounds of stubborn!

Day one: At the meet and greet

Dave fell in love with her even though he originally wanted a Frenchie. He said if we don’t take her, probably no one will because she’s already five. So proud of him. (In my family we call that the Lori syndrome!😘)

Day two: Laying in the sunroom window, perhaps plotting her escape…

She loves the sunroom and looking outside while being able to avoid us at the same time! I need to make cushions for the benches…

Day three: Practicing social distancing…

So Tuesday night she’s crated in the family room and starts crying in the middle of the night. I get up, let her out of the crate and she runs to the front door. I put on my Bearpaw boots, which are handy, and a raincoat over my nightshirt. Always fashion forward. It’s pouring rain and she walks around a bit then sits down in the grass!

I carry her back in, apparently don’t completely close the storm door, take off her leash, put her down. She head butts the door open and takes off down the block!

I start running after her. After half a block I realize I am not Usain Bolt— and she is —and run back to get my car. My hair is soaking wet as is my coat. It’s a total lost cause to find a tiny dog in blinding rain when she has more than a block head start. I drive slowly around, talk to the security person in our gated subdivision and she consoles me that Leia will turn up after taking down all my info…

I go home to worry for a few hours and try to make Dave and myself feel better. And drink coffee. Doesn’t help, still crying. She’s just so little! I remind myself she has a tag on with my number, she’s microchipped and probably a little street savvy since she was a stray.

As it’s getting light out and the rain stops, I walk around the area, talking to neighbors who are out with their dogs and everyone agrees to keep an eye out. Get back in the car and check out a nearby strip mall thinking the smell of food might have drawn her in. No luck…

Go back home for a quick shower and put on real clothes when my phone rings. It’s 7:45 a.m. and it’s an unfamiliar number. He says, hi, I’m Frank. I’m working construction and I think I have your dog…

I zip over to the main road at the entrance to our subdivision, maybe a mile and a half away, and sure enough, there she is, wagging like crazy and happy as if she had good sense to see me! I could have kissed that man I was so relieved to see her (and he was pretty darn cute, too!). But I digress…

After wrapping her in a blanket and driving home, she ate, drank water and passed out to recover from her night of partying! Hard to picture what the second week will be like…

Day four: after her night out…reminds me of some weekends at college!