“A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.” – Ruth Brown
“Let every fox take care of his own tail.” – Italian Proverb
“A fox should not be of the jury at a goose’s trial.” – Thomas Fuller
I love raccoons. They are so CUTE! Our personal experience, though, living on top of a ridge line outside of town in Greenwood, Arkansas, is that they don’t share. They want ALL of the birdseed in ALL of the feeders, PLUS they trash the feeders!
We have a humane trap we use from time to time, when they have trashed yet another feeder, to catch them and then relocate them way to our south, further out in the country beside a stream.
Once our problem starts, it continues until we catch each one of the family separately. We put them in the same stream, hoping they’ll find their family again, but NOT come back to us!
* Jeff Jett posts wonderful pictures in an effort to preserve wildlife and their habitats. When we know who the photographer is, we give credit.
I never really thought about it until I saw this photo, but I LOVE duckling feet. :0)
“A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.” ~ Ruth Brown
“The fox changes his fur but not his habits.” ~ Anonymous
We are having a bit of a confrontation at our house. WE want Amber to FETCH the ball. SHE wants US to play TUG OF WAR….
Amber truly loves a ball. She will tolerate the really hard ones, but prefers the soft, squishy ones. She doesn’t seem to have a color preference, but it’s obvious that her true love is one that squeaks loudly.
She squeaks the ball as she brings it to us, hopeful that THIS TIME we’ll grab the slimy ball and give it a vicious tug. She has a strong grip, so we can never take it from her. Finally, after we have failed to play her game correctly over and over, she drops the ball at our feet. We throw it, she leaps to get it, and brings it back – not to GIVE it to us – but to offer it again for a great game of Tug of War….
Jeff Jett posted this on Linkedin and I laughed aloud when I saw it. What a wonderful photo someone took! I wish I could give the photographer credit.
It is extremely muggy in Arkansas. Right this minute, we’re getting a bit of rain, adding to the humidity, but lowering the temperature – at least for the moment.
I hope you get some vicarious relief from the heat, as I did, plus at least a smirk.
Amber was slow coming back from her morning outing this morning. When I went to look for her, she was at the door in the garage – HURT.
We bathed her VERY carefully and checked her over. Besides the deep scrape on her head, she has scrapes on all four legs. She is limping a bit, but is getting around okay. She wanted to eat and drink and has kept everything down. I put antibiotic ointment on all the scrapes and gave her a doggie pain pill to help her calm down and rest.
So far, she’s resting well. We are watching her like hawks in case we need to take her to the vet. I honestly think we have done most of what the vet would have done and that she’ll be okay.
We have no clue what happened. I wish dogs could TALK! Poor Amber.
A good online friend of mine, very talented Paul Miitaru of Romania, lost his sweet pet, Mona. I wanted to share a couple of his photographs of her to pay tribute to her memory.
SO sorry for your loss, Paul. Mona definitely won the lottery when it came to finding you.
If you haven’t already, meet Amber, our 94-pound, two year old yellow lab “puppy.”
Sweet, huh? Loveable, yes. But FULL of vinegar.
We were sitting in the office, each at our own computer, enjoying a rare day of having the front and back doors open to receive a nice breeze, when a truly awful smell permeated the room. It was SO bad I almost got physically sick.
I got up to find that Amber had found ‘something’ that had been dead for several days and brought it to the front door. Isn’t that SWEET.
I yelled, help – asking for my husband to get rid of the ‘something’ while I started handling Amber.
We chained her up to the deck, hosed her down, poured doggie shampoo all over her and I scrubbed, and scrubbed. We hosed her off, soaped her again… several times before we thought maybe we had done enough. We changed the chain so she was on the deck and couldn’t get off and left her to dry.
I went inside and was STILL smelling the awful smell from just walking her through the house from the front to the back door, so I sent around with Febreze – probably one of the biggest tests of its life, spraying everywhere as I walked through the foyer, the office, the living room, the back porch, the kitchen, the pantry, the two half baths, the dining area, several times.
Then I went to the sink and used the metal soap bar thingie that you’re supposed to use when you’ve been cutting up garlic or onions and can’t get the smell off your hands, then soap, then the metal bar again….
I then went out and toweled Amber off to the point that she could come in. I couldn’t smell it anymore, but maybe my nose died!
My husband didn’t say anything when I let her in, so maybe we’ve met the challenge.
I will never understand why doggies love to find something truly awful and roll in it.
Sweet doggie – BAH! HUMBUG!
I went outside to clear my overloaded brain and check on the veggie garden. I heard Amber (our 94-pound lab PUPPY) barking behind me, somewhere over by the greenhouse. I continued on toward the garden and all of a sudden, she bounded out of the shop and was running toward me a breakneck speed!
I averted getting knocked down flat on my back by making a quick turn and running toward a tree. She skimmed past me, then turned on a dime and tried to jump up on me, tongue lolling as she laughed.
I yelled, “DOWN!” To my amazement, she did it! This is probably a fluke that will never happen again, but I feel empowered right now. :0)
(By the way, the veggies are doing fine.)
*These photos represent the work of several talented photographers all united in a effort to preserve these magnificent animals and their habitats.
Poor Amber was bitten/stung by ‘something’ yesterday. The whole side of her mouth was swollen, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. I have no clue what we’re dealing with.
She is better this morning, with much less swelling. She had a good appetite this morning and drank some water. I’m monitoring her. She’s in Molly’s small bed, seemingly comfortable, sleeping off and on.
Since she’s somber (but still wagging her tail) I’m hoping she learned to stay away from whatever it was in the future that stung or bit her.