It's lucky that we possess only enough kitchen equipment to fill a manila envelope, so that there wasn't anything to impede Roo when she needed a new place to hide when our kind neighbors, eager to prove that their patriotism knows no bounds - or how to read a calendar - began their reprise of the Fourth of July tonight.
Every day, Roo goes out to check on the three or four meaty bones she has buried in the yard. She digs them up one at a time, walks them past me with a modest smile and then slinks around with them dangling from her jaws until she decides where to dig new holes for them. In this way, she both accounts for her holdings and tends to her kitchen. Today, one of the bones had achieved an unusually high state of malodorousness, hitting me from about 20 yards away. It was like coming upon a half-drained bayou in which alligators had left a corpse four days before. This was such a delicacy that Roo settled in to savor it (seen here) for a while at the base of the tree where it will simmer a tad more in its new hole.
By the way, in case you happen to be a mosquito, you're best advised not to fly too close to Roo when she has the weapons systems fixed on you as seen here, because this is the last look you will see before being snatched out of the air, spat into the ivy, and forgotten forever, except for a mention in a blog, which is another way of saying the same thing.
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I met this cat in a vet's office in LA. Every time I stumble across his picture I'm reminded of the quote, "Might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get you out of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles."
From Roo's Southern Miss Advice column: "Ladies, never proceed with chewing a watermelon unless you have first taken it from the dish and discharged it from your mouth upon your bedding. To do elsewise would be unladylike in the extreme."
On a walk along the South Mills River, I came around a corner to see Roo treading water. Having come from behind, I knew that she was in no danger, because all she had to do was what she usually does in fast water, which is let it drift her backwards until she finds a good place to come out. Right behind her, just around the corner of that rock, is level ground where she could easily stroll right out of the water.
Though it's hard to tell in the video, those rocks are steep. Maybe they looked intimidating and made her worry and try to battle the current. I didn't want her to make any mistakes, so I was going to have to go after her. Getting down to where she was was problematic, though. It's a six-foot descent over muddy branches and mossy rocks.
I grabbed a six-foot long stick and held it down to Roo - she grabbed it immediately and pulled against the current to a spot where I could get to her.
Roo being Roo, she must have been holding a grudge against that spot until the she encountered it again and decided on revenge - a dish which is best served cold, after all.
Revenge on Mother Nature, however, means another trip down the rocks for the old man.
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TDITC passed 1,000,000 views on YouTube today. To mark the occasion, YouTube's parent company Google threw a big blowout party for us at their headquarters. Best part: a year of free Googling!
With the challenge on now to get to the next benchmark - one billion views - Roo presents... Mud Puppy.
This was posted a long time ago, originally only on Facebook before this site started. Terry just posted a link to a puppy having trouble waking up, which made me think some of you might like to see this.