…over on the sports team blog. There might be some number of posts I can generate – and I’m using them up on other accounts. I think Sal suffers the most. I’ll work on that. Three quarters year resolution!
But this picture was enough to get me to write something. Cause when we pulled up tonight, we heard some strange small dog yipping. And we’re pretty much the only people in the neighborhood with a small dog. I thought to myself, well, maybe someone else got a new dog. Mentioned it to Catherine. She asked if it was Chapo. I doubted it. And/or if it was, he’s in trouble.
Go in the house. Look for the dog. Can’t find him. Look outside in the back yard and hear the strange yipping…and see he’s the one making it. He looks okay, but he looks too interested in the bbq. Call him in. Call him in a few more times. He comes in. Lock him in. And look at the bbq. There is something underneath it…but what?
Baby opossum. Wonder how long he was trapped under there by this little dog. And/or how long until the opossum’s mom came back and saved her little baby from this 6 pound dog.
If we had waited that long, would we have ended up with a picture that would have made the news most viewed site?
that picture creeps me out