This is crazy Buddy, with dirty feet, a border collie mix. We
don't know mixed with what.
A couple of nights ago, Buddy came to the front door with an
adolescent possum in his mouth. He was carrying it quite considerately, and
pawed at the door, determined to get inside with "his" possum. I wish
I had taken a picture of Buddy with the possum in his mouth, but I was too busy
yelling at him and whacking him with a wrapping paper tube, the only thing in the
world that he's afraid of.
So, he put the possum down on the porch, and I dragged him into
the house while the possum, as would be expected, "played possum." He
looked quite dead ... which I knew he wasn't.
With Buddy incarcerated inside the house, within a few minutes,
the possum made a hasty get-away.
Then, guess what? Next night, Buddy's possum was on the deck,
calmly looking for something good to eat, I guess, or looking for his Buddy.
Buddy wasn’t happy because I wouldn’t let
him outside to see, grab, capture, or chase the possum. He made his horrible
squeaking noise, which sounds like a giant rodent.
If Buddy’s Possum
returns, and I expect he will, I’ll update the narrative of Buddy and his
buddy, the possum!
