“A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.”

Looking out my den window, I can see a windy, sunny day with a cloud pocked sky. It is lovely day if you stay inside the house. It is cold, only 38˚, and the wind makes it feel even colder. We had rain last night so everything is still wet.

I did a couple of errands yesterday and took Nala with me. She likes the car. I wish Henry did.

My bedtime is late or early depending on your viewpoint. Last night, or this morning, it was three AM. The dogs joined me. Nala woke me up at 8:30. I tried to stay in bed, but she would have none of it and whacked me a few times then she cried and cried. I figured she needed to go out so I got up. Now, the dogs are napping, and I am jealous.

Tuesday I lived a nightmare. I put the dogs out before we went to bed. Nala was out for the longest time so I went looking for her. My head said she can’t get out, but Gracie did by hopping the six foot fence so I was worried. I looked over the back rail of the deck and saw her. Nala had something in her mouth. I went into the yard. Nala had a dead possum, a frozen dead possum, in her mouth. I wondered how the possum died. I knew it wasn’t Nala. It was a found treasure. I chased that dog, and every time I got close to her Nala ran with the possum. I threw a can close to her. She was surprised, jumped into the air and dropped the possum, but she picked it up again when I got really close. I tripped over a root and fell on my butt. The back of my pants got soak, but I got up and tried again. Nala ran again. I decided I was too cold and I was too wet so I gave up the chase and went inside. Nala came in on her own, possum less.

Yesterday morning I looked over the yard and couldn’t see the possum so I let Nala out. She found the possum. I didn’t chase her. She came back inside without the possum. This morning I looked, and the poor possum is still in the yard and needs to be buried, but I haven’t a shovel. I think a huge spoon will take a while to dig a big enough hole. It’s on my to-do list.

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6 Comments on ““A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Nala and Alma are so alike in so many way 🙂 🙂 🙂 It is fun to read about things like this but hellish to have to go through it one self 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Alma is upset right now because she’s not allowed to be outside if I’m not outside as well. She wants to run around and eat all the cat poop she can find but daren’t as long as I’m around 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Nala and Alma are even more alike. Nala will eat the occasional piece of cat poop in the hall. I think it sticks sometimes to Jack’s very fluffy butt hair and then falls off. It is gross!!

      Enjoy your day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sky is bright and the temperature now is a pleasant 76°. They are forecasting rain over the weekend.

    Nala has found a dead possum and is playing around with it. I bet she’s having a blast. 🙂 Thankfully, non of our dogs ever came home with a dead anything. When we first adopted our first retired racing greyhound, she was sniffing at the back patio sliding glass door. We had the drapes drawn and the dog was making sounds like she wanted to go outside. When I opened the door she shot out into the darkened yard at warp factor 10. Then, there followed a ruckus behind the bushes and either a large cat or a raccoon disappeared going full speed over the back fence. I think that dog was trained on live bait. Good luck getting the carcass away from Nala.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      They are forecasting a warm weekend here, but it will be rainy. I’m okay with that. I’m just happy for the warmth even with rain.

      Nala is having a ball. She thinks she is a mighty hunter even though she found it in the yard. Gracie once had a live possum in her mouth, but she dropped it when I yelled.The possum played dead so Gracie lost interest. When I checked later, it was gone.

      Nala has no problem leaving the carcass. She checks it out and leaves it on the ground. I am thankful she does that. I was afraid she’d bring it into the house.

      Once in a while when Henry goes out, he runs like bat out of hell to the backyard. So far he has either chased something away or he was just reacting to a sound as nothing has come of his running.

  3. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Oh dear. Poor Possum. I love reading about your dogs. I’m sorry you had to live a nightmare. It’s grey outside, and instead of warming up, it seems to get colder. If I get up to use the bathroom, then my cat gets up, so of course I tend to her. I had planned to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. Guess who is sleeping next to me now?
    Still working on my list of errands, two big ones almost done!
    Take Care,
    Lori and the sleeping Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      I don’t know how the poor thing died. I knew it had been a while earlier as it was frozen the night of the big chase.The dogs give me a run for my money as my mother would say.

      Henry is like Cookie. When I get up off the couch when we’re watching TV, he follows me even to the bathroom.

      Both dogs sleep on my bed. Henry is at the bottom, and Nala is right beside my shoulder curled in a ball.

      I did nothing today,not even an errand.

      Love,
      All of us


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