Bark, bark, bark, bark,...
What is Misty barking at? None of the other dogs are barking. They are quiet and relaxed.
Bark, bark, bark, bark,....
Ergh! I hate barking. Off to investigate.
Misty is standing in the middle of the family room barking at the door to the pool room. "What are you barking at? Go on out."
Misty trots to the dog door with me following her and goes on through. I watch through the door's window to see what she does. Once in the pool room she circles a toy on the floor at a distance. She trots to the dog door to the backyard. She glances out the window (it is at her eye level). Misty turns around and stares suspiciously at the toy on the floor, then goes outside.
By now several other members of the pack have followed me. Marvin goes through the pool room dog door. He goes directly to the toy, picks it up, and starts back for the door. He drops the toy on the floor before coming through the door. "Great," I think. "Now Misty will start barking again because the toy is in front of the dog door and she won't be able to come back in.
Squatting on the floor, I push the dog door flap open. "Yuck." It is the old toy they have been tearing apart that I probably should have thrown away. I reach through the door and pick up the toy.
What do I have in my hand???? This is not a toy. This is real fur. Looking closer I see a baby possum. S/he is doing what possums do best when threatened. It curled in a tight circle playing dead. It is breathing. It is NOT something I want to pick up in my bare hands. Too late for that train.
Baby possum in box |
Now the question of the day is: "Who brought the possum into the pool room in the first place?" Time to ask some tough questions of the pack.
L2R - Raven, Marvin, Misty, Brittany, Chester, Katie |
Also time to watch some video footage from the pool room.
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