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My dog Toby is often a daschund (I never know if I am spelling that correctly). Someone informed me once that dashchunds (maybe if I spell it differently each and every time, I will are right one of the times) were originally bred to hunt and kill gophers. It totally makes sense to me. He is my protector. Even when the remainder of our kids could care less what I am doing, Toby is following me around (to get fair, he might be seeking me to drop food that they can snag).

Anyway, yesterday evening I let him to pee one last time before going to bed anf the husband didn’t can be found in and I heard a racket of barking and snarling outside my bedroom door. I went out to take a look (and to produce him be quiet before the police, FBI, CIA and neighborhood watch were called) and I saw he’d a huge (okay, I exaggerate, an extremely, large) possum in his jaws and that he was throwing it around just like a rag doll. I immediately considered rabies. He gets his shots regularly with this very reason. So now, to increase the thunderous noise within 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 the thing some more. I know I should love most of God’s creatures, but I find possums really repugnant. additional reading apologize to anyone who thinks they are cute. And, mind you, you should seek a specialist.

So there I am, wrestling having a dog that’s wrestling having a possum. Someone needs to have gotten it on film. I finally got him from it and shoved him inside. Now is when you ought to tell your children to prevent reading. But I will say, no cute, fuzzy animals were harmed within this story. However, really, really ugly ones were. I went over to look (carefully) on the possum. It was toast. I could not bring myself to throw it inside garbage at 10 pm. So I went along 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 wasn’t dead. I guess “playing possum” it not just an old saying. So, all’s well that ends well.

Ode to Opie

There was formerly a hideous creature

Who, really the need to pee, sure

That he was alone,

He strayed far from home,

And my dog rearranged his features.