There are some Very Strange Things going on in the neighborhood. We were on a Walk and Mom said I should Sit. I Sat and those big dogs were Staring at me.
Mom said I could Help Pull Santa’s Sleigh. I asked if there would be Treats. Mom just laughed.
There is a Visitor at our house. He is a Hooman from Ohio. He throws my toys and gives me Treats. I like him.
Until next time.
Thursday, 6:32 p.m. (CDT)
THERE IS SOMETHING UNDER THE BACK DECK!!!
Investigation is ongoing!!!!!
There was LOTS of PMail in that brush pile yesterday. We always stop there to read, but yesterday was THE BEST!!
We read that Mocha and Darla stopped there. And the skinny white cat that stares at us from the top of a car (and thinks we don’t see her, but we do! We just Pretend Not to see her!).
And the usual birds and squirrels had been through just since yesterday.
But, Jack thinks, there’s A New Dog that left some PMail. We ran the sniff test through both our Databases and this is Definitely one we haven’t smelled before.
Mom got tired of standing there while we were doing our analysis, so we’ll have to take it back up today.
Until next time.
Thursday, 6:32 p.m. (CDT). Evening rounds.
Strange object blows into the front yard.
Jack slowly and carefully approaches the foreign object and finds it to be harmless.
Thursday, 6:38 p.m. (CDT). Emergency status terminated.
Thursday, 6:32 a.m. (CDT). Morning rounds.
Back yard intruder. Emergency personnel approached loudly and carefully.
Supervisor called emergency personnel to return to post and leave intruder alone.
Emergency personnel ignored supervisor until Treats were promised.
Intruder was relocated to a nearby safe and compatible habitat outside the fence.
Thursday , 6:38 a.m. (CDT). Emergency status terminated and Treats supplied.
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!
Mom says we owe An Apology To The Neighborhood for all the barking this morning.
We went out in the back yard and there was A Varmint there. Right in Our Back Yard. Right in The Ground
We barked and barked. Jack even ran down into the back yard.
Then Mom had to slide down the hill in her PJs and tell us to “Be Quiet!!!” And “Come Here!!!”
Mom said “Thank Goodness It Wasn’t a Skunk!!!”
Mom closed the gate so it can get away.
We need a nap now. After breakfast.
Until next time.