Squirrels: My last post was about a guy who is shooting squirrels in his back yard. I have mixed feelings about squirrels. They annoy me, but I have to tip my hat to their cleverness and persistence and comic antics. I reluctantly admit that my world would be poorer without squirrels. Once when there was a tropical storm, the wind was so strong that it blew them out of the trees. I didn’t see a squirrel for a week. And I missed them. (You don’t know what you’ve lost until it’s gone.) I would never shoot them, even if I were in an area where it was safe. I don’t believe in killing animals you don’t eat. Oh wait, I forgot. People here do eat them.
Cats: At least at night, the weather here is cooling off, and that energizes cats. Don’t ask me why. I’m sure there must be some scientific explanation. But the cat is whizzing around. That just amazes me, since she is fat as a pig. Somehow she works up the energy to whiz. That’s bad for me. She leaps off the back of the couch and grabs onto me on her journey…somewhere. I get more puncture wounds than usual. Plus, I completely cannot empathize. I’m getting ready to hibernate.
Dogs: It’s been a real adjustment for me to get used to the fact that I now only have one dog and one cat. The last time that was the case was 1998. So I now know for sure that that is a bad idea when it concerns dogs. (Cats are different.) But single dogs develop an exaggerated sense of their importance. Not that they are entirely wrong. My now Only Dog Pippin is like the winner of the TV reality show Survivor. Their motto is Outwit, Outplay, Outlast. And he thinks he has done that. Well, no, Pippin. The only part you got right was Outlast.
And in Pippin’s defense, he is still having trouble eating, because mealtimes do not proceed in the previously normal fashion. He is having trouble adjusting too. He just can’t talk about it. So I feel bad for him.
But in many other ways, Pippin is still the same guy he always was. He does regular perimeter patrols and is alert to all suspicious noises. (It could be a squirrel fight, it could be an unauthorized person riding a bike down the street.)
He is very protective, at least until he is personally threatened, then I figure he would climb a tree and ask the squirrels if he could hide in their nests.
Neighbor dogs: I have for many years been the friend and protector of my neighbor dogs Shaka (a purebred Rottweiler), and Sugar and Spice (indeterminate breeds, but look like Golden Retriever mixes.) And now they have disappeared. I don’t know what happened to them. I don’t dare ask the neighbors. They already think I’m the Wicked Witch of the West.
To them, I’m like the guy who keeps shooting squirrels in the yard. Annoying, but you can’t get rid of me. I reported them to Animal Control twice, and Animal Control took it from there. They seized the dogs 3 times. So did they do it again? I don’t know. But I miss them terribly.
Lesley, thanks for the “likes” on many of my posts. Ever since you first posted, I’ve been dying to read “Float Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Manta” and finally got around to it! And what a treat it was! I took the “virtual” ride on the Manta, and I swear It made me dizzy, even though I’m sitting comfortably in my chair!
Re Pippin seeking refuge with his sworn enemies: Maggie is also all hat and no horse. See that dog walking down the street? The one I’m barking at so ferociously? Ha! I’m doing SUCH a good job here. (Pause while human opens the window.) (silence)