A Haiku Story by Jack
Part 1: Pre-Dawn Racket
Fresh in the pre-dawn
A Varmint in our backyard
We wake the neighbors
Part 2: Afternoon Raid
Possum cornered: bark, bark, bark
Mom’s Varmint rescue
Part 3: The End of the Tail
Pest control men here
We are shut up in the house
They search the crawl space
Pest control men leave
No sign of den in our house
Bye bye, men and truck
Pest control men back
Dead possum found at neighbor’s
We did not do it.
I might be getting to old for these neighborhood patrol duties. The other day, I had to rescue the dadgum possum in the back yard – again. This was the second possum rescue in two months. (At least this one was in the afternoon and not at 5:30 a.m.)
I was alerted by my neighborhood patrol colleagues that there was an intruder in the back yard. Why the possum chose to take a stroll across the yard in the middle of the afternoon, I have no idea.
Jack and Arya had the possum surrounded on the path and were barking to wake the napping. Jack was creeping closer and closer — and my calls for them to come to me were totally ignored.
The possum was not playing dead — she had her head up and was showing her teeth. I could just imagine her biting one of them. So I came up behind Jack and grabbed him by the tail. I pulled him to me, picked him up, and hightailed it for the back yard gate. Once the two canines were with me on the house side of the gate, I closed it so the possum could continue wherever she was going.
Someone told me later that possums eat lots and lots of ticks. If so, I’m grateful to her. But I don’t want any more possum rescues. Please, Ms. Possum. Stay out of the back yard. And please, Jack and Arya, no more possum hunting!
PYEONGCHANG, KOREA. In other news, the unorthodox methods of the Scottie Curling Team seem to paying off. The team, sponsored by the Middle Fork Scottie Ranch, Lyons, CO are in the finals and are favored for the gold medal. They play the Newcastle Corgies in the best of 10 ends.
Scottie Coach, Angus McFee said, “Scotties are quite suited for the sport of Curling. They love the ice and are very sturdy and compact … those rocks can really knock you about if you are not careful. I don’t know how those Corgies have gotten this far. They are a bit too long in the body for Curling. Now the Skeleton … that’s a sport for Corgies. But I wish them the best of luck in the finals. I’m so proud of my wee team. They are all in for the fun and excitement.”
Watch the match on Animal Planet: Canine in its 24/7 Olympics coverage.
We are on a Christmas Card! (I don’t know what a Christmas Card is, but Mom is Very Excited about it.) We sat on the couch and Mom took our picture with the Christmas Cards.
Jack is on Lots of Cards. But I’m just on this one. Mom says I am Dressed like a Reindeer. And Jack is Dressed Like Santa Paws.
Mom took these Cards to our friend, Joe. He is going to send them To Philadelphia!!! (Joe said it is a Long Way Away.)
Mom said she will Go Away on Saturday with more Cards to share at The Art & Soul 12 South Holiday Mart. We don’t get to go. (That’s ok, because the Only Treat is Cider.)
Until Next time,