I'm Tired

The party's are over. My house has only one guest for the next two weeks. My grand dog is awesome. He and my dogs played nice. There were a few minor growl fests but no bloodshed. He had a shower upon his arrival but other than that he liked us just fine. The shower was in case of fleas. I expected my son to bathe him outside. But showering his dog at 1:00 am made perfect sense to him. My son at home enjoyed his party. Thanks to all of you who came to help him celebrate. That meant so much to myself and my family. Chip did not do well during all the festivities. He thinks he is still the man even though his body tells him different. Kind of like Anna Nichole's first husband. Yesterday he was dragging his hind legs barely able to move. I took him and Shelley out to do their duty but left Chip off leash. Just as we go out a neighbor behind us comes between the house next door to us. Chip charges across the lawn growling and barking at their dog. Shelley and I just stand there. Two minutes ago he couldn't use his hind legs, now he is a wolf going in for the kill. The neighbor screams at Chip and he stops just short of their dog. The neighbor and her walking buddy glare at me with their hands on their hips, and then walk off with the dog. I am left standing there with Shelley. What can I do? Yell "he was a cripple five minutes ago" or "he has myasthenia gravis" or "what the hell are you doing cutting through my neighbor's lawn?". Chip now is on a mad dash to sniff everywhere the dog walked. He is still charging around. Kind of like he had a dose of Vigara and needs to use it. Finally he starts limping and I drag his butt back home. I am tired and worried any minute the dog police will come knocking. I will use all of Chip's drugs to exonerate he and I. No dog police arrive and no neighbors call. Chip is back to limping and I am so tired. He and I will rest now. Even if I have to carry him outside he will still be on his leash.