Neighborhood Watch: Return of the Tortoise

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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.

Dear Diary, Love, Mom

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Dear Diary,

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!

Love,
Mom

An Apology

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Dear Diary,

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.

Love, Arya

Neighborhood Patrol

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Saturday, 6:32 a.m. (CDT). Morning rounds.

Unidentified objects reported. Emergency personnel approached carefully.

Bulbous in nature, the intruders seemed harmless. Objects carefully sniffed and left in place. Personnel will keep watch on the situation.

Saturday, 6:38 a.m. (CDT). Emergency status terminated.

Neighborhood Watch: Nearly-Dark, Bag-of-Leaves Edition

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Thursday, 6:32 p.m. (CST). Emergency call.

Unusual round thingie reported on the side of the street. Two responders called to the scene.

Rounding a parked car, Responder Arya jumped two feet off the ground, raised her hackles, and began to sound the alarm.

Barking continued for several minutes. Strange round thingie never moved.

Thursday, 6:38 p.m. (CST). Emergency status terminated.