Showing posts with label squirrel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label squirrel. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 January 2011

Puppies

snow, blowing snow - a small blizzard. temps minus 10

Just heard from our friend Rhianna. She's adopted one of the black lab puppies that was abandoned not far from our home on Dec. 22nd. I hadn't heard anything about it until there was a dreadful report about the case. The mother and some of the pups had been shot in the head with a nail gun! Dear God, who does that? What makes a person into someone who would do that? thank heaven they were found. Some of the pups died, but most, along with Mom, survived. they've been treated and have now all been adopted. I wish we'd known! We'd have taken one. But now what we plan to do is add to the reward for catching whoever did this. As someone said, this person is dangerous. They'll clearly do it again - or do it to a person next.

I wonder if the person who shot those people in Arizona yesterday, including a 9 year old girl!!! - started by putting nails in dogs heads?

the dogs were found two dirt roads over from us - which I find horrifying. Funny of proximity somehow makes it worse. Thank heaven there're decent people including the 17 year old girl who discovered them by the side of the road.

In other animal news, Squirrel still with us. Heard him in the wall behind the bookcase a few minutes ago. One of the facebook readers suggested barking, as though a dog was about to get at it. Might scare it away. I must admit, we're so desperate, I tried. scared the hell out of Trudy, who was asleep. Probably scared Michael too, who has decided to ignore the barking wife for fear of encouraging it. and just when he thought things couldn't get odder. Little does he know.

busy day yesterday. Michael and I had an early breakfast with Cheryl and Gary - then went over to see their wonderful home that Gary is building in the woods. It's magical, and we're beyond thrilled for them. It really is a perfect home.

then while Cheryl drove Michael home I zipped back to the village to have coffee with Joan, and talk about Thomas Merton. Then home - and later a very early dinner with our friend Louise. In between, Tony came to see if he could see, and seal up, holes in the house. Now, we live in an 1869 united Empire loyalist home - a bit rambling. There are holes everywhere. Good ol' tony, though, went around and sealed whatever he could find.

We had high hopes, until the mad scrambling in the walls a few minutes ago. And the odd barking noise from the living room. I suspect Michael just blamed Trudy. We blame most things (missing carrot cake, smells) on her, why not this?

Off to offer help in finding out who did this dreadful thing to those dogs.