Possum (or Opossum) in the House

No, that’s not a metaphor.

Last night my mom’s German Shepherd brought a juvenile possum into the house. It had been injured by the neighbor’s dog, so our heroic dog brought it inside and left it in the middle of the kitchen so that we could help it. At least, that’s what I think he wanted us to do. He had no interest in it upon depositing it on the floor.

Mom called me to come help, but by the time I arrived the possum had scampered off.  In the house.  When I asked her why she didn’t put a box over it while it was playing possum, a blank look came over her face as if that never occurred to her.

So there are about a dozen different ways the possum could have gone and we had no idea how far he got.  We couldn’t let the dog back inside for fear of scaring the poor thing, so I enlisted the help of the cat, who upon receiving his mission, promptly led me to the front door.  Upon closer inspection, the possum had hidden underneath a chair in the entry way.

I put the possum in a box, rewarded my genius cat for being awesome, and delivered the possum to a wildlife shelter that could help him recuperate from his ordeal.

Crazy night, indeed.

Celebs, Olympians Team Up for Sochi Stray Dogs and Puppies!

Here is more about the Sochi Strays who are getting a second chance in the US!


Gus Kenworthy and the Sochi Stray Dogs and Puppies–plans-to-bring-them-home–photo-195223931.html

At long last I’ve found a story to make me smile when thinking about the Olympics.  American Skier Gus Kenworthy heard about the Sochi stray dogs and found a litter of puppies.  Now he’s making arrangements to take them home with him. 

The Russians who are smuggling the dogs out of Sochi are also heroes.

The fact is that these Olympics are bringing out the goodness in people…my only regret is that the media didn’t bring this story to light soon enough to help more dogs.

Great work, Gus Kenworthy.  You are awesome.

Clive Lewis, the Olympics, Dogs, Giraffes, Blackfish, and a Captured British Army Dog

Clive Lewis is talking about the Olympics.  He feels that the games are losing their luster.  Are they worth it? 

I don’t know.  I don’t think the games are about athletes anymore.  Now it’s about nations showing off, sometimes with money they don’t really have.  Look at all of the magnificent structures that the Chinese built, only to have them sit in ruin now.  Greece is in major financial trouble, but they made sure they had a good Olympics.

I’m with the caller that is boycotting the Olympics over the dogs being killed in Sochi.  Russia is famous for having dogs that ride the subways.  Now they’re a nuisance for the next two weeks, so they’re exterminating them.  Sometimes humanely, but mostly horrifically.  And no one is talking about it.  It’s awful. 

And now there’s a story about the giraffe named Marius who was killed in Denmark with a bolt gun and dissected and then fed to the lions and tigers, all because he was genetically undesirable.  And all in front of a so-called “enthusiastic” crowd.  They couldn’t give him to another zoo because of the “rules” even though there were places willing to take him.  Apparently, being dead is better than having a giraffe fall into the hands of a wildlife park.  Heaven forbid.

And it’s been a week since anyone on CNN has mentioned the army dog that the Taliban captured in Afghanistan.  The soldiers touted having a US dog, but the US denied ownership.  The poor creature looked terrified. 

I don’t know.  These things bother me.  I haven’t watched Blackfish and I won’t.  But frankly I don’t understand why the people who are so passionate about Blackfish were silent as the dolphins were slaughtered in Taiji.  An albino calf was torn from its mother to be shipped to an aquarium while its mother was probably slaughtered.  I’m sorry, but life in a small tank is much better than being corralled and slaughtered .

I needed to get that off my chest.  It’s been bugging me for a while.