Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in! Super Pickle (aka SP) arrived on Monday. I knew he had the potential to be trouble as he got himself in a pickle out in Iowa at JavaJunkee’s, so I wasn’t taking any chances when he arrived. I had the guard dog (Gus) ready. Gus stood by me when I took SP out of his box and when SP jumped out Gus could immediately sense trouble.
Super Pickle has arrived...and Gus KNOWS he's trouble!
Gus promised me he’d keep an eye on SP at all times. He said it would be better if Ridley stayed away from SP because he tends to be a bit high strung. Gus could see that SP was going to be a handful and thought that his brother just might decide to rip SP apart if he tried anything funny.
Gus was such a good watch dog. He hung out with SP the first few hours after his arrival while I made dinner and E did her homework.
Gus the 'watch dog'
SP thought it was pretty neat riding around on Gus’s back. Gus, on the other hand, quickly got fed up with SP. He didn’t find it amusing that SP was kicking him in the side, yelling “Yah, mule, yah!” Gus said, “You think I”m a mule? Well, then, here ya go…” and he bucked him off!
Gus was not going to put up with SP’s shenanigans and said, “That’s it, buddy, you think you’re super, but I don’t”. He then hooked SP in his collar, planted himself in front to the tv and forced SP to watch two episodes of “The Dog Whisperer”.
I let Gus have a rest from guard duty and Super Pickle and I sat down with E to watch some television. SP wasn’t into watching American Idol with us so he grabbed E’s Teen magazine and started reading.
Super Pickliscious Reader
SP was shocked to read about how old the Jonas Brothers were. He also didn’t understand all the fuss about Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus.
SP was tired from all his traveling so we all decided to get some rest.
SP said he slept fairly well until the dog’s retching at 5 a.m. woke him. He said he’d never seen a dog projectile vomit like that. I explained that I never had either and that it wasn’t a common occurrence around here. I apologized for the rude awakening and suggested that maybe he’d better sleep in E’s room tonight. He agreed.
We headed off to work. SP was not thrilled that he had to spend the morning in a stinky, old museum but I promised he could play around a bit if he didn’t tell anyone.
SP...bored at work
I explained that he could pretend that the spinning wheel was a ferris wheel – but he wasn’t buying it. He said, “I’m pretty sure I’ll get splinters from this old thing”. I think SP was miffed because he just couldn’t seem to get into any trouble on his visit.
We then headed to pick up E at school. I made sure to not leave my car unattended. I wasn’t going to have any pickle joy rides on my hands. We sat in the school parking lot and waited. Miss Kate was parked next to us and she was surprised to see Super Pickle.
Hi Miss Kate!
Even though he constanlty had a smile on his face, SP was often annoyed at how slow-paced everything seemed to be in my town. I told him to take a chill pill. I knew he was used to the pace of the Chicago ‘burbs but never thought he’d be so antsy. Sheesh, JQ, you must keep him very busy!
E finally got out of school and headed for the car, waving at SP because she knew he would be leaving soon.
Good bye, SP. Thanks for visiting!
We took SP to the post office and he is now on his way to Starla’s. Hope you have a good time with Super Pickle, Starla. He’s really no trouble at all – as long as you keep your eye on him!.
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