Bullit makes his presence known!

So, anyone that knows me knows about my little heathen, Bullit.   For those of you who don't, well I have a few situations where Bullit has put me in awkward situations...

I had just moved into my new apartment in Dallas, off of Henderson Ave. right behind Cuba Libre (a really tasty restaurant) and that was next to a popular pizza place. I was at home, and just chilling out when I smelled, I mean I decided to take out the garbage.  It wasn't a big task, all I had to do was just set it outside my front door.   So, in my boxers and a t-shirt ( what? I like to be comfy) I set the garbage outside, before I could say no, or stop Bullit ran right thru my legs! assuming that the entrance gate would be a quick stop for him, I leisurely give chase... As I turn the corner, I see him wiggling thru the bars! After an brief but certainly loud AW SHIT! I give full chase, (which is like asking a moped to keep up with a ferrari) I run 3 blocks down the street towards Cuba Libre in my boxers and t-shirt, and its around 6 pm so, perfect timing for the restaurants to be busy...

Out of breath, and yelling Bullit over and over a nice valet hears my voice just as the damn dog is about to run out to Henderson Ave.  (A very busy road) He says, "Do you want me to get your dog?" I replied, um no I'm running to see what kind of car is going to kill him! ( Ok, no I didn't but did he really have to ask?) Just as he was about to swoop in after him, Bullit takes off INSIDE the packed pizza place! 10 seconds later, he returns with dog in hands, and bullit just has the biggest smile on his face... The Valet gave him back to me, and as I was walking back to my apartment, a few people were saying, "aww, cute doggie!" meanwhile, the whole time I can't think of enough ways to punish him... 40 minutes in the bathroom... ok, 5   I tried...

Another time, I was seeing this woman whom I was really attracted to, she had the look, the attitude, and all that good stuff.. (sorry so brief, but had a bad ending because of bullit...) We had gone out for the afternoon, and she left her vintage glasses on my living room table.  I remember, at that time I had to pick everything up, shoes, clothes, and anything that he may want to chew.  (which has included 3 lights and a fan plugged in) I thought I had said, we better get those before we go, of course we forgot or didn't and when we came back, he had in fact chewed them up pretty bad... I did what I could to fix them, took them to eyemasters or a similar place, and they looked better.... Just not the way they were... Needless to say, that is what ended that one... (why do I feel like Rodney Dangerfield all of a sudden?)