Actually he came midweek when my mom sent Dave and I a box of Chocolate Covered Oreos (thanks, Mom!). They barely lasted to the next day. And Taco was quite upset with us because we forgot how to share. He did not want to discuss how chocolate is poison to him.
On Saturday night, Dave and I decide to dye Easter eggs and Taco wanted to help. When he hopped up in my lap, I thought he was shaking uncontrollably, but it turns out his sniffer was just working overtime with the six glasses of vinegar and colored dyes sitting in front of him. He was pretty interested in what we were doing and hung out with us during the whole process.
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| You know you're gown up when your egg dyeing glasses are all beer related. |
Our egg kit had stickers in addition to the dye. Taco couldn't figure out how to get them onto the eggs. I had to explain to him that he didn't have thumbs.
On Sunday morning, though, Dave and I exchanged little Easter baskets with a few treats and let Taco take a look in his basket. He may or may not be spoiled.
He legitimately needed new toys because last week he destroyed his shamrock.
He took out every little bit of stuffing and kept going back for more. The funny part is, he still plays with the deflated shamrock shell.
Just like any little kid, Taco dove right into his basket before breakfast and ate his entire rawhide stick. He plucked it out of the basket and took it into his crate. When he was about two-thirds through, he joined us on the couch. Once he was through, he went back to his basket. In one of the eggs was a bacon treat. He picked up the egg, figured out how to open it and scarfed the bacon before Dave and I even realized what he was doing. He was decidedly less impressed with the pumpkin cranberry treats I've been trying to give him.
Taco continued to be spoiled when we went to Dave's parents' house and he found Easter Bunny had left him yogurt covered Milkbones. After licking off most of the yogurt, he went to town on the Milkbone and then came to me looking for the other one (he's smart--he saw there were two in the package). He lost interest in that when Dave's dad starting carving the ham. Taco positioned himself next to the counter and learned that anything that falls on the floor is for him. He also learned that he likes ham.
Despite our little guy being involved in everything and having everyone he meets wrapped around his finger, he's a good pup. He has a few applications pending, so we're hopeful that there is a family out there ready for him.
The most amazing thing is that my Mom, who is the antithesis of a dog (or any animal) person, has commented on how cute he is in his pictures. That's pretty impressive, so I figured I'd lay it on thick and share the following:
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