After dropping Peeper at school and the truck at the mechanic, Shrike and I went out for a little breakfast date before I headed off to work. It took three tries to find somewhere open downtown, but at least we got to see this adorable family at our first unsuccessful stop.
We’d just finished up our midnight snack (me: reheated spaghetti, Shrike: mixed nuts, Peeper: sweet potato, greenbean, waxbean) and Shrike walked past the sunroom and said, “Oh my gosh! [Yes, that’s really what she said.) There’s a toad!”
As I’ve mentioned before, when the weather is nice (and sometimes when it’s not), we often leave the sunroom door open for the dogs to come and go as they please.
This evening, they pleased to invite a friend over to play.
Shrike chased him down and released him back into the wilds of our backyard.
While Peeper and I “helped” by taking photos and saying “Oh no! Is he coming over here? Eek!”
Okay, so it was mostly me saying those things.
She then herded him across the room, picked him up and put him outside.
The other day, I was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, when I looked up to see this on the valance of the window over the sink:
After taking the photo, I ran away and hid in the other room, while Shrike scooped it up in some sort of container and took it back outside.
I’m not afraid of moths, but I ran away in case she spooked it and made it fly away, because I really don’t want one that big (this sucker was probably about 2.5 inches from wing-tip to wing-tip) coming at me.
Evidently he didn’t take off, but I guess he looked a little nervous, because from my hiding spot, I could hear her saying, “It’s okay big fella, there you go. . . .”
This is some footage from our walk today. I decided to spare you the groundhog carnage.
We’ve had a very nice, if mostly uneventful, Sunday here.
It started off great, by lying abed til mid-afternoon. You gotta like that.
Then we went for a nice, long walk with the puppers, along the railroad track, through the woods and down by the creek. BigGaloot did some swimming, and got a baby groundhog (we’re oh, so proud) and Miss Thang spent most of the time shoulder deep in a groundhog hole looking for the rest of the family.
We actually went on without her, figuring she’d catch up, or come popping out of the woods, a hundred yards ahead of us, at some point, but after walking quite a ways, we found her in exactly the same spot on our way back.
When we got home, we sat out in the backyard for a while, just enjoying the nice day and watching our worn-out pups snooze in the grass.
This evening, we went out to dinner, where Shrike told not one, but two of the wait-staff about Peeper. (Which is fine by me, of course.)
The first, was as an explanation for why I was being so picky, and sending back our sliders that had ice-cold carmelized onions on them. The other was to explain why I was drinking water, to the waitress who was so proud of herself a few months ago, when she memorized our drink order. She walked by and said, “Hey, no sangria?” so Shrike told her.
Of course, they both congratulated us, and our little gay-boy waiter came back by to ask if we know what sex Peeper is, and when we’ll find out, and if we have a preference and so on and so forth.
He also gave Shrike a free beer, for the trouble with the sliders. Of course, that had nothing to do with him, so we added the price of the beer to his tip.
After dinner, we had planned to stop at Target, as usually, but it’s Sunday, so they were closing when we got there at 9 pm, so we just headed home.
All in all, it’s been a very nice weekend, and it’s a shame that it’s almost over, and we’re back to the old grindstone tomorrow morning.
Friday evening, when I’d first gotten home from work and let the dogs out, they were barking around the shed like crazy, so I figured they were after something living under it, but didn’t think too much of it.
Anything under there would have to be smart enough to stay put, right?
Yeah, not so much.
Later, when Shrike got home, we went to let them in, and BigGaloot was carrying around something furry . . . and . . . limp, and . . . bloody.
I told Shrike, “I don’t think that’s his teddy bear.”
She went out to check and, sure enough, it was a partially-disassembled groundhog.
Somehow, she got him to drop it and come in, and she told me that she’d go out and dispose of it in the morning, before letting them out.
Yesterday morning, I asked her if she’d gotten rid of it and she said, “Um, I didn’t have to. There wasn’t anything left.”
(Evidently, they’d been outside with it for a while before she checked.)
“Did he eat it? Are you sure he didn’t just bury it for later?” I asked.
“Well, I suppose that’s possible,” she admitted.
Later, we were getting ready to go out and do some shopping, and Shrike went out in the yard to bring the dogs in.
I noticed her looking at something on the ground, so I went to check it out.
Near each other on the ground lay what seemed to be the three remaining parts of Mr. Groundhog:
- About 2 feet of intestines
- A tail (this was actually kind of cute, in a Davy Crockett hat kind of way)
- Something that, while we can’t be sure, we strong suspect might have been its penis
While we were out there, Galoot picked up the possible penis, which we were both totally squicked out about. But then, he dropped it, and had no interest in actually eating it.
That’s kind of wierd, dontcha think? It was almost like he knew what it was.
(Or, maybe it wasn’t, but that’s what it looked like to us. Not that we’re experts or anything . . . .)
As it turns out, those weren’t actually the only parts left, because later that evening, when we were asleep (with the clock set for my midnight shot) we suddenly heard a “crunch, crunch, crunch” sound coming from beside the bed.
Shrike wanted to ignore it, but I figured that, groundhog bones or not, nothing that crunches that loudly is good for him to be chewing on.
Shrike managed to bribe him with a hotdog and get him outside, so she could dispose of it, but didn’t look at it closely enough to identify exactly what it was.
Later, when we were both up and wide awake for the shot, she went into the bedroom for something and came back carrying what looked to be a piece of a rib.
There’s really nothing quite like have the circle of life happening right in your own backyard.
No dead animals today.
We walked in the direction of the nest with goose eggs in it. Oh yeah, we did see the wild turkeys that we only heard the other day. Both dogs took off after them. But they both came back before panic set in.
It rained all day yesterday so the creek they play in was louder and more swollen than usual.
Big Galoot got in and swam around like everything was normal. Poor Perfect Pup though.
She went down to the water’s edge to get a little drink. But where she went, she usually wades in up to maybe her ankles in water. Well, not today. Today she fell in and the water was where she would have had to swim if she hadn’t immediately jumped right back out, scrambling up the bank.
She was raised with three cats after all (Big Galoot must have formed his water preferences before we got him), so she was very unhappy to find that she was up to her neck in water.
And me laughing at her did nothing to improve her mood, I am sure.
I did apologize to her afterwards for laughing, so I am not totally on her shit list.
But she still might kill me in my sleep, though she seems in a good enough mood if not a little tired.
Warning, graphic images below!
Overheard at Our House, A Few Days Ago
Shrike: When you get home, it may smell like BigGaloot rolled in something dead. There’s a reason for that.
Whozat: Ew, what was it?
Shrike: Well, I know it was a groundhog, because it had a groundhog head, and groundhog feet, but everything in between was unrecognizable.
Overheard at Our House, Yesterday
Shrike: He rolled in the same dead groundhog again. And I think he brought home a leg. It might be in our backyard. So, you know, don’t let them bring anything in.
Whozat: You let him bring it home?!?
Shrike: Well, I wasn’t going to take it away from him!
Spotted On Our Fucking Bed, Today
(Scroll down for the gross pictures! You’ve been warned!)
Update, Moments Ago
I just let the dogs inside, for the first time after finding and disposing of the body part. Galoot headed straight to the bedroom, and . . .