|Anton doing "puppy eyes"|
In the middle of the night, I was feeling as though something was not quite right. I got up to take a look around and heard a voice from the kitchen: "Ooo-hoo," it called to me. "Ooo-hoo, Señora. Psst... yo soy aqui, sobre la mesa."
Little Anton Chico had snuck out in the night to have an expensive special prescription kitty food snack up on the kitchen table. However, things had been rearranged in the ongoing kitchen renovation project and little Anton couldn't find his way down from la mesa in the dark. He had to make a tiny bed up there on my purse, and when that wasn't comfy, on my sun hat.
When I rescued him, he was muy avergonzado (according to my Google translator) and, stopping only for a quick drink of agua, ran off to bed and burrowed back under the covers where all good little chihuahuas belong.
|Here is Anton checking out the runaway vegetation in the front yard after his rescue from la mesa.|
(You were right, Christine, those hollyhocks will take over--see the comment from Quiet Paths on the
5/4/11 post called "My First Hollyhocks")