My dog shits in the road too.

The other day on the way home I noticed cars slowing to a stop.  When I looked ahead, I saw a woman bent over in the street and she appeared to be picking something up.  Then I looked to the side of the road and noticed her two dogs, standing patiently waiting.  As she stood up I saw the baggie in her hand. She looked sheepishly at the cars stopped on both sides of the road as she moved back to her dogs.

A huge smile broke out on my face. 

It was a beautiful fall day and I had my window down, I had to resist the urge to scream out the window, “My dog shits in the middle of the road too” with a cheerful accompanying wave. 

It’s NOT  a CAT!!

In my effort to cut down on dog encounters I’ve taken to heading home at lunch time to walk Sampson and Delilah.  Knock wood, so far this is working out fairly well. 

Monday afternoon we ran into one of our neighbors who lives across the street about three houses down.  She wanted to let me know the man next to her had a fisher ‘cat’ in his yard the other morning. 

This news scared the bejesus out of me.  I mean, for one our first walk of the day starts around 6:00 am and it’s still dark out and staying darker every single day.  I know I walk two big dogs, but these idiots would definitely want to investigate this critter. 

He may look cute, like a little bear but this sucker is mean.  He has sharp teeth and claws and yes he climbs trees!  His official name is Fisher, but for some reason most folks call him a Fisher cat.  Maybe it’s because he climbs trees.  But the neighbor told me he comes for the cats. 🙁 Either way, I sure as hell don’t want to run into him, with or without dogs.

Tuesday morning I started carrying a full-size flashlight.  (I have a little light on the visor of my ball cap, but it doesn’t give a lot of light.)  First morning out I’m on high alert and as we pass a house, I think I see something in the yard.  I shine the flashlight and two eyes stare back at me.  I’m convinced it’s either a fisher or a GRIM.  I shine the light again, the eyes are still there.  But the light is not bright enough to show me what the eyes are attached to.  So I skedaddled.  

Fingers crossed a bright light shining in something’s eyes would be a good deterrent.

This new flashlight makes the dawn dance a little more complicated, for instance yesterday morning I bent down to pick up somebody’s pooping business and accidentally shone the flashlight into the upstairs of someone’s house, which set their dog to barking.  I don’t know about you, but ’round my parts the only people who shine flashlights in windows are cops or crooks.  I had to skedaddle again before they called the cops on me.

Jones Natural Chews

I ran out of the lamb lung puffs that Miss Flea sent me to help her celebrate her blogging anniversary this past July.  If you haven’t tried them yet, I’d like to remind you, these things are like Doggie CRACK! 

None of my local pet stores carry the lamb lung, so I went to the Jones website and ordered two bags.  These are my “Look” and “Here” treats so I guard them very carefully. 

The box came on Monday and I couldn’t get up the stairs without Delilah having her nose all up in the box.  I put it down on the floor so I could snap some photos.

Sorry for the blurred photos, as you can see, she was quite determined to get that crack!  

Finally I took pity on her and opened it.