One of the terriers — & I’m pretty sure I know which one — took a crap in one of my slippers, probably sometime yesterday. When I went to put it on this morning it felt like a sock or something rolled up in there so I reached in with my hand, grabbing a big, now flattened, piece of dog crap. Actually, he was probably trying to be good, since he knows he’s house trained. Must have really had to go but been embarrassed so tried to hide the evidence. Carole thought the whole thing was hysterical, of course, but it took be a bit longer to see the humor.
. . . on a floating pile of garbage. The story & video are here.
Jett is not crazy about the snow accumulation this year, which has turned his backyard dog run into a series of mountains & canyons.
I like nature’s outsiders. Our regular cohort of crows, of course, along with the lordly raven that lives deeper in the woods up the hill. And also the coyotes my neighbors revile. But then my neighbors — God forgive my saying so — revile many things I hold dear.
The first flakes of snow fell in South Colton today. Time to put out the suet for the birds and find where we stored the terriers’ jackets.