I haven’t barked in a while!
Happy Memorial Day to all!
Remember the reason why we have this day.
Not too far from here is Fort Custer National Cemetery. It has ceremonies for this day, and all the grave stones are decorated with flags. It is a beautiful sight, and our country, by birth or adopted as it is for growlmy, is blessed to have had all these people give the ultimate sacrifice for the rest of us. Thank a Veteran today, tomorrow, and any time you see one. They deserve it.
|Placing flags on grave-sites at Fort Custer National Cemetery|
Growlmy has been doing lots of not doggy things…like yard work, her job and other chores.
She even abandoned me for a whole day when she and 7 other ladies went to some flea market. What? She went to buy fleas? She is nutszo, BOL!
All she brought home was some boxes of greeting cards, presumably not for any fleas, I hope.
The weather has become quite summer like, and pleasant. We did have a very bad round of thunderstorms coming through our area just before growlmy went on her outing. One of the ladies in her group said that her childhood farm home had been hit by lightening and burned down, a 4 alarm fire, OMD:(
No one was hurt and growlmy’s friend hasn’t lived there for many long years, but of course it held a lot of memories for her, and how she must be sad when she drives by it each day. ( Same lady’s own home burned down about 20 years ago, she must have renewed nightmares during storms…the power of lightening is not controllable.)
A few days ago, growlmy was out in the woodsy part of our yard, and doing some more ‘lumberjack’ work…I was hot and too lazy to go inside to the house where it was being cooled by the A/C…so I lay down on the remains of the burn pile. Growlmy about had a fit, here is a mostly white pup laying on an ash heap, BOL!
Of course you all know what happens later in this tail...
Pawppy got himself a new set of wheels, but says I am not allowed to go in it. Shucks.
I still have to do any car rides in the old van…but hey, it won’t knock me out with the ‘new car scent’! And it smells like me anyways…and I mostly get to ride shotgun in it! (With my doggy travel harness on, of course…)
Unfur-the-younger inherited pawppy’s older car, since he needed his own set of wheels.
Our driveway will look like a car-sales lot if evfurryone is at home!
And now the Super Snapping Snapper Saga…
Pawppy came home from work, and growlmy was pulling up those eternally pesky weeds.
Pawppy came in, and quietly went to growlmy and told her to keep me occupawed, and to try to figure a way to remove a large snapping turtle off our property.
So I got called to growlmy, was given a treat bribe and put inside the den, and the doors were shut. Just as if I had to do guard duty. Wait a minute! There was a varmint out there and I got locked in the den?
Growlmy took a look in the front yard, and sure enough there was a snapper there. A big one!
|It looked like this one...Super Snapper - UGLY!|
Head stuck in the fence fabric, and still trying to get through. Digging wouldn’t have worked either. And woe was MJF if he tried to woof/bite at this angry critter.
So growlmy got a couple of shovels and a yard cart…and first she shooed that snapper to pull its head out of the fence fabric…she put the shovel in front of its beaky head, and then pushed a bit…that rascal snapped at the shovel, OMD!
|I don't think I want this to snap off my schnooter, OMD...|
Eventually it retreated enough so that growlmy could now figure out how to get it into the cart and relocate it.
After a lot of snapping, shovel manipulating and more snapping/lunging, she got it into the cart. Now what?
She saw the neighbors to the north were home, so she asked the girl if her step daddy was there…yes.
He gave permission to take snapper to the creek and release it.
Little girl was fascinated by this snapper, and had to be warned not to get close because that dude was angry! It tried to climb out of the cart on the bumpy ride down to the creek, so growlmy laid the shovel over it to keep it corralled. That thing tried to take a bite out of the shovel…and growlmy could feel the shovel being jostled...yikes!
Eventually the creek was attained, sheesh that was a long hike down there, that property is way bigger than ours!
Snapper was released, but needed encouragement to go in the right direction. All the while it kept lunging. Talk about scary!
When growlmy finally let me back outside, I had a good sniff of that cart…but there was nothing in there to get excited about anymore. Growlmy said she was glad I had not found snapper before she did…else my schnooter might have been gone, or my paws…
This snapper was about the size of a dinner plate, and rather tall and heavy, too. It was more than likely a female who was trying to find a good place to lay her eggs…um…not in my yard pawlease!
A long time ago before my time, growlmy said there was a huge snapper in the neighbor's yard, it was super-duper ugly, too. It was even more scary looking not because of its size which was so big it could have been a living garden stool...and it was likely an Alligator Snapper, we are just at the northern edge of its range. It was like this ugly dude:
Well, growlmy has today and tomorrow off from work, but has to work on Monday, Memorial Day.
Happy Memorial Day to all!