Activity

My dog Toby is a daschund (I don’t know if I am spelling that correctly). Someone told me once that dashchunds (maybe if I spell it differently every time, I will understand it properly one of several times) were originally bred to hunt and kill gophers. It totally is sensible to me. He is my protector. Even when the rest of my children could care less what I am doing, Toby is following me around (to become fair, he could just be looking for me to drop food that he can snag).

Anyway, yesterday I let him to pee one further time before bed and he didn’t come in and I heard a racket of barking and snarling outside my bedroom door. I went in the market to take a look (and to generate him be quiet prior to police, FBI, CIA and neighborhood watch were called) and I saw he’d an enormous (okay, I exaggerate, an incredibly, substantial) possum as part of his jaws anf the husband was throwing it around just like a rag doll. I immediately regarded rabies. He gets his shots regularly just for this very reason. So now, to add to the thunderous noise inside my backyard, I started screaming at him “You’re gonna get rabies from that thing! Drop it now!” He, of course, ignored me completely and tossed finished . more. I know I should love all of God’s creatures, but I find possums really repugnant. I apologize to anyone who thinks they’re cute. And, in addition, you need to seek specialist help.

So there I am, wrestling which has a dog that is wrestling with a possum. Someone must have gotten it on film. look at this web-site got him faraway from it and shoved him inside. Now is when you need to educate children to stop reading. But I will say, no cute, fuzzy animals were harmed with this story. However, really, really ugly ones were. I went out to look (carefully) in the possum. It was toast. I could not bring myself to throw it inside the garbage at 10 pm. So I went to bed.

This morning Toby could barely contain himself he wanted to go outside so bad. I was not fooled into thinking his bladder was that full. No dummy, moi. So I went outside and low and behold – the possum was gone! Either Harry Potter located visit and transfigured it into an ivy leaf or, it genuinely wasn’t dead. I guess “playing possum” isn’t only a vintage saying. So, all’s well that ends well.

Ode to Opie

There was previously a hideous creature

Who, really needing to pee, sure

That he was alone,

He strayed far from home,

And my dog rearranged his features.