How do You Spell Crackers? T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Awww, just look at this little fella. Isn’t he ADOWABOWL?

Yes, until he gets off his leash.

Until you try to pick him up off the bed at 3 am because he’s taking up YOUR side and you have to work the next day.

Until you lean over to kiss your wife good night and he’s sitting next to her and he thinks you’re going to try to pick him up.

Still, he’s ADOWABOWL.

Crackers, aka “Zesta”, aka “Saltines”, aka “Bandit”, is our Rat Terrier (mixed with Chihuahua, we think). My wife and I decided our first dog, Miles (our 60-pound “Jacked” Russell) needed a friend to goof around with. In our 1000-square-foot apartment.

NO SLEEP TIL (*guitar riff*) HOME OWNERSHIIIIIIIIP!

If you try to pick Crackers up when he’s chilling out then he’ll put a couple of holes in your hand. I’ve learned my lesson.

Miles has not.

Oftentimes when Miles is bored he’ll start trying to grab Crackers’s hind leg to instigate play.

Crackers is not a fan of this tactic, but it works. It usually goes like this: Miles grabs leg, Crackers snaps at Miles’s cheek, and the next thing you know they’re tearing around the living room, yapping and pawing and forcing my wife and I to either turn the TV volume up to 35 or pause whichever Law and Order: SVU rerun were on.

If Crackers gets off his leash, or slips out of his harness (we’ve tried about four different ones for him before the one you see in the above picture; fifth time’s the charm 😒), then he takes off, grinning the whole time he leads you through woods, tall grass and bowling alley parking lots.

He gets a kick out of making me chase him. I don’t enjoy it as much, especially when I’m barefooted at 8:30 p.m. on a weeknight.

Buuuuuuuut he is ADOWABOWL (I never used this term until after I had dogs 🐕), and I’m glad he is part of our family.