One Paw in Front of the Other

…Oscar enters Marcelino’s car…he’s talking to himself…

Remember when you were held prisoner in that jail cell (animal shelter) for no good reason? And how they stripped away our manhood (neutered) and took away our sister Nadie?

Never forget that!

Let’s just put one paw in front of the other and try and make the best life we can going forward.

WERE MOVING

Okay, I don’t smell nothing foul in this large blue armadillo and it moves quite swiftly. There’s a nice breeze coming through so I’ll just chill here in this comfy high top bed.

We’re moving at a quickening pace now, so I should tell you up front, I don’t know what to make of this fellow, Marcelino? My foster mom seemed to like him and I heard him say he’s retired. Not quiet sure what that means but every time I’ve heard it you usually see a lot of napping going on in the house.

JUST HOW I LIKE IT

Plus, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kinda short in stature and really tired of getting bullied and pushed around. On top of that you try staying cooped up all day with a bunch of flea-bitten musicians yapping into your nite-nite sleepy time.

Frankly people I’m all pooped out. I’m frazzled to my wits end and I can’t hold my pee-pee (quite often) to save my own fur.

…A Whimper…

A FRESH START

I’m just looking for an opportunity where I can put one paw in front of the other and jump into a bed of happiness!

Yea, I got some mental health issues, but is happiness too much to ask for from a super cool doggie like me? No, I didn’t think so!

If you disagree, shut down your browser now Hater!

MY NEW PAL

Getting back to talking about Marcelino, he’s a brownish color not quite short and not quite tall. Built like a Doberman without the long nose but has a loose belly. He’s a bit wobbly when walking like he took a few nasty bites from a pit bull on his left leg. I also noticed when he tried to pet me (no touching, please) outside he has difficulty and makes weird noises bending down.

Wait you didn’t think I was just good looking and charming did you? No, don’t let looks deceive you, I’m a first rate guard dog and detective.

That being said, my new pal Marcelino is a wobbly Doberman. Starting to get a better understanding of that word “retired” now.

A BIT DUBIOUS

Marcelino’s true personality is a bit protected (in a sly way) in my opinion. On the surface his outward appearance exudes the gentle confidence of a curly coated Retriever, but he barks like a German Shepherd. I almost had an accident when he said, “C’mon Oscar let’s go this way”, the SECOND time.

Okay I deserved the terse communication, I was just testing him (stubborn) to see if he’s a sleepy and mushy old-timer in Doberman’s clothing. He isn’t and he’s gonna be tough to housebreak. But we’ll talk about training Marcelino later on this blog.

AT LAST – ARRIVAL

Okay we must be here the armadillo has stopped moving. What? I didn’t know armadillos could bark and LOUD I might add.

… Marcelino stops in the middle of his parking lot, a car is parked in his HOA assigned parking spot … he honks the horn twice, then exits the car …

Um, wait for me, where is Marcelino going? I can’t see him, where is he? Ooh, oh, oh boy I just couldn’t hold it, have mercy on me, my bladder has failed me.

… Marcelino has found who is in his parking spot. Two visitors, mom and son house hunting in the neighborhood. They claim they didn’t know they couldn’t park there and the teenage son has a smirk on his face…

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THAT’S NOT A RETRIEVER

… I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT … just move you car! … Marcelino returns to the vehicle and discovers that Oscar has pee-peed in the passenger seat …

I’m sorry (sad eyes), I didn’t know where you went, so..so I just got scared. Please don’t be mad I had an accident in the high top bed. Where you going again, I can’t see you Marcelino, Ooh, oh, no, no, my bladder has failed me again!

… WHAT YOU SAY? … YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU CAN’T READ THE NO PARKING SIGNS! … RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOUR DAMN CAR…

… NOW MY DOG HAS PISSED ALL IN THE CAR…

MA’AM HAVE HIM MOVE THE CAR AND WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF HIS FACE BEFORE I DO! …

… Marcelino returns to the car …

… DAMN HE’S PISSED AGAIN!

… it’s okay Oscar, I’m not mad at you, you’re a good boy! …

THAT’S A GUARD DOG

Did you hear that growl?

That’s no wobbly retriever that’s a DOBERMAN GROWLING out there. Now that’s a guard dog that handles his business, just like me?

A WOBBLY DOBERMAN

I’m scared now, but he didn’t growl at me so I’m gonna play it cool and put one paw in front of the other and try and make the best life we can going forward.

…C’mom Oscar, c’mon boy…

Whew, I thought he was going to start growling at people again when he got out of the armadillo.

Marcelino tries to coax Oscar out of the passenger side seat, but, won’t budge with a slight tug on his leash…

I don’t know what to do now, but I ain’t taking any chances with Dobie One, so I’ll just give him the puppy eyes.

No, I’ll get down, No …

Okay, I don’t like the unnecessary touching but I’m on my paws now (sidewalk).

…C’mom Oscar, c’mon boy…

A NEW BEGINNING

Wait…

You didn’t think I have the patience to learn and bark Marcelino did you?

No I didn’t think so. If you disagree, shut down your browser, you cocky Linguist!

From now on I’m gonna call Marcelino, Dobie One, my number #1 Doberman!

Oscar’s courtyard - Oscar’s Gaze

Oh wow, freshly painted courtyard, plants to nibble on and plenty of space for a pool. I’m think this will make a nice party spot in the future. This is Vegas, Baby!

Um, where are we going now, Dobie One?

…Marcelino opens the back doors and steps in…

…C’mom Oscar, c’mon boy…

Okay, one paw in front of the other and try and make the best life we can going forward.

…Oscar walks through the doors and immediately dashes ¾ of the way across the first floor living area of his new home…he stops…his behavior shows…confusion… he pee-peed on the tile floor…

…It’s okay Oscar, it’s okay boy…I’ll get the mess…go ahead look around a bit…

…Marcelino approaches with a yellow soap and apple cider vinegar rag and begins wiping up Oscar’s accidents…Marcelino jokes with Oscar saying it’s better on the floor than on me Oscar!…

…At this point Marcelino is actually too close for comfort and probably the odor of vinegar startles Oscar and he darts behind an end table near the window wrapping his leash on the end table creating a tangled knot…he’s struggling to break free knocking over a lamp in the process and corners himself behind the end table…

…Marcelino is desperately trying to free him but…

Don’t come any closer, you fat-pawed Doberman! Grrrrr…these TEETH are not for SELFIES – BACK OFF, PAL!

Help, somebody help me, Oh, I’m so scared!

…Marcelino would get another growl but eventually untangles Oscar from the end table…

Oscar would hardly move from that spot behind the end table for approximately 3 hours…

NOT CAESARS PALACE

I’m not moving with Dobie One sitting so close to me. I don’t trust him and short on clues to where the hell I’m at. I need my GPS activated like right now. But I need Dobie One to do that, you think I should ask him?

Oh, never mind. I wish my sister Nadie was here with me she was the techie of our dynamic duo. She spent most of her day stealing and chewing on smartphones and tablets at the other place. Oh, Nadie I need you right now.

Photo of a Chiweenie sitting on a tile floor

Dobie One hasn’t moved in awhile with that sad look on his face, so I’ll take a peek around a bit. Hmmm, smells good in here, the place is clean and I mean very clean for a man. Good sturdy furniture to relax and take a nibble or two.

It’s not Caesar’s Palace by any stretch but comfy. Yes, let’s put one paw in front of the other and try and make the best life we can going forward.

SURVIVAL IS #1

Oh, stay alert, Dobie One on the move!

What is he doing, putting his fat paws in that bowl, oh, that’s water! Okay, Dobie One I get it now stop rattling my food bowl.

Yea know, humans think dogs are stupid sometimes. I’m a detective, two bowls, one has water, so the other must have food, simple reasoning is that rattling really necessary?

Well I’m still scared but in the “joint” (animal shelter) you either eat and drink or die! It’s a doggie dog world out there, but I’m in it to win it!

Okay, again, I get it, Dobie One, the food is served, NOW MOVE, go back to your cow hide high top bed (recliner).

Not bad, could use some gravy, but it’ll do, for now. Like I said earlier, we’ll work on housebreaking Dobie One later in this blog.

…Marcelino exits the back kitchen door but leaves it cracked…

Photo of a Chiweenie dog lying on a couch

Well he’s gone, time to get some shut eye I’m bushed! Wow, this cowhide bed is long and high, oops, again your not that tired, and the Doberman just may come back, hurry up, again, ahhh, nite-nite.

Photos of Oscar’s arrival: Oscar Finds a Home

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About marcelino guerrero

An entrepreneur, grandfather, disabled veteran, Chiweenie parent and rabid Philadelphia Phillies Phan. Retired (involuntarily); I enjoy impeding the progress of important and obnoxious people while exploring new ways to irritate my primary physician.