Took Baxter out on his third and final walk of the night earlier. He ate a lot so when he started licking my hand, I decided we better go or he’d be having accidents on my carpet.
We started to walk the same route as last night. I was going to take a different route because last night we came across a psycho guy who I wanted to be sure to avoid tonight. The guy looked like an escapee from a mental ward in his hospital garb – but more then his looks it was how he let out a piercing scream – walked a ways and screamed again – that made me question his sanity. I called the police and scooted home as fast as I could.
Baxter, though, had other plans for tonight’s walk – he wanted to go the same route and can be damn stubborn when he wants to be so we started that going that way. As we neared the dark but short alley I noticed a man lurking in the shadows halfway up. We did a quick course change – going through the parking lot and coming out on the street instead.
When I looked back the way we had come, I didn’t see the guy at all. But before I could breath a sigh of relief, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and there he was about 50 ft behind us in the shadows. He was slowly making his way toward us – why, I have no idea.
Poor Baxter wanted to take in some of the doggie odors in the grass along the roadway so I had to drag him back to our side of the street. When I checked again, the guy was gone. I told Baxter we were staying in well lit areas close to home the rest of our walk.
Baxter, no doubt pissed at me, sat down on the sidewalk with his back to me and wouldn’t budge. Pekeningese are well known for their stubbornness and their strength once they plant their feet. I waited as patiently as I could for about five minutes but eventually the crisp wind eroded my good will and I picked him up to carry him inside. He is over by the door now sleeping – still has his back to me and wouldn’t touch his treats when we came in. The little bugger.