Pool Possum
This morning, I was a little puzzled about Zoe not makiing a beeline for her kibble like she usually does. I mean, food is the center of the universe for that dog! I walked around the back of the house and found her staring intently on something in the middle of our pool. At first I thought it was one of Lukas's flipflops, but on closer inspection, I noticed it had fur. Lukas tends to cling onto each pair of flipflops for years, but not long enough to sprout fur. Nope, this was a Zoe appetizer--a young possum cub clinging for dear life to the hose of the pool cleaner. It looked dead, probably felt dead too. Usually I don't do roaches, rats, mice or other disgusting animals, but Rune, the family pest removal appointee, was taking a shower and I didn't want the poor little guy to die from hypothermia. So I put the dogs in the house and scooped the critter from the pool. It was no easy task, because its tail and claws were in a death grip. But as soon as I gently set him down on the grass, he waddled away with a distinctive drunken wobble in his gait. After he was far up a tree, I let Zoe out. She looked all around the pool and followed the scent path to the tree. So disappointed! First, she was denied her squirrel babies, and now she's denied her possum baby. She must think it's raining puppies out there!