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...At least not while I have my tug!
Seriously, he is relentless with that thing! He wants me to pull on it, but then he pulls back so hard I can't even hold on for more than a minute. I think tug has officially become a Daddy & Archie game.
I found this photo stored away on my computer (along with a million other photos) and thought I'd share this one. Harley was only 6 months old when this was taken.
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...or should I call her "Jaws"? Midnight and a huge possum is on a line behind my fig tree. Scotties are hysterical and Clayton is a 60# black missile darting along the fence. No one will come in, of course, so I decide to use a pole to get it moving. Possum as large as a tom cat won't move along. A couple of pokes and it FALLS into my yard. I scream and jump backwards - deathly afraid of possums* - promptly falling on my tailbone followed by my skull bouncing on the hard dry lawn. Meanwhile under the fig tree, I hear the crunching of bones. Scotties will bark in frustration when the varmit is out of reach but they don't waste energy when on the varmit. Ruthless and efficient. Finally upright, when I turn the flashlight on the defunct possum, I see a little blind baby crawling on her. That's why she wouldn't move along the line. I'm not raising a possum. They can carry lice, fleas, mange, and rabies. Finally everything is boxed and bagged. All that's left is to wash Lizzie's beard before she cleans it on the rug and pain pill for me. I sit here typing this sitting on extra pillows. My bum is really sore but nothing got broken. The adventure never ends. July 2013.
* Before making a comment about the "poor possum" please understand - Lizzie is a terrier bred for a couple of hundred years to fearlessly attack vermin even as large as a badger. Her kind kept farms and homes safe and it is instinctual in her to do as she did. Plus, having grown up in S. Texas, I was raised as every child to fear and hate possums to stop us from petting the "kitty" under a bush. Otherwise, it would be multiple rabies shots in the stomach.
40013 & 47853 at Brindle 27/08/18 - 40013 making its mainline tour debut and 47853 marking its entry into traffic with Locomotive Services, albeit only providing the ETS supply for this tour , worked the Cumbrian Mountain Whistler on the 27th, from Crewe to Carlisle and back, out via the S&C route, returning via the WCML
Brock is one of three brindle brothers who are counting on Tucson families to find their forever homes this coming Saturday. Chester and James are the other two brown brindle males in this litter of Pitbull/Shepherd mixes.
Abbie is a purebred English Bulldog, and these bullies are not the best swimmers. Even the doggie paddle is hard when your head is that big compared to your tail end!
This is the look Abbie gave me when she saw the river up at the campgrounds. She's looking at it like it might be a watery dragon getting ready to eat her up!
She plunked her butt down right there and didn't want to take another step!
My pencil drawing from a photo by Steven J Gibbs with his kind permission in letting me use it & my thanks .
Yesterday, the people in the car in front of me on the highway threw this puppy out of the window of their car.
No, I'm not joking.
They slowed down to about 30 mph, dangled it out the passenger side window, and tossed it into the ditch.
Of course I rescued it...what other option was there? Now I just need to find her a home...she's the sweetest little thing.