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My dog Toby can be a daschund (I never know if I am spelling that correctly). Someone explained once that dashchunds (maybe if I spell it differently each and every time, I will understand it properly one of many times) were originally bred to hunt and kill gophers. It totally is sensible if you ask me. He is my protector. Even when most of my children could care less what I am doing, Toby is following me around (to get fair, he might just be seeking me dropping food he can snag).

Anyway, yesterday I allow him to over to pee one last time before bed anf the husband didn’t appear in and I heard a racket of barking and snarling outside my bedroom door. I went out to take a look (and to make him be quiet before the police, FBI, CIA and neighborhood watch were called) and I saw he’d a tremendous (okay, I exaggerate, an extremely, very large) possum in their jaws and that he was throwing it around as being a rag doll. I immediately regarded rabies. He gets his shots regularly with this very reason. So now, to increase the thunderous noise inside my backyard, I started screaming at him “You’re gonna get rabies from that thing! Drop it now!” He, obviously, ignored me completely and tossed the one thing more. I know I should love most of God’s creatures, but I find possums really repugnant. I apologize to anyone who thinks they are cute. And, mind you, you ought to seek a specialist.

So there I am, wrestling using a dog who’s wrestling using a possum. Someone needs to have gotten it on film. I finally got him far from it and shoved him inside. Now is when you must tell your children to avoid reading. But I will say, no cute, fuzzy animals were harmed within this story. However, really, really ugly ones were. I went in the market to look (carefully) on the possum. It was toast. Possum removal Brighton could not bring myself to throw it in the garbage at 10 pm. So I went along to bed.

This morning Toby could barely contain himself he wanted to go outside so bad. I was not fooled into thinking his bladder was that full. No dummy, moi. So I went outside and low and behold – the possum was gone! Either Harry Potter located visit and transfigured it into an ivy leaf or, it genuinely wasn’t dead. I guess “playing possum” isn’t just a classic saying. So, all’s well that ends well.

Ode to Opie

There was formerly a hideous creature

Who, really the need to pee, sure

That he was alone,

He strayed far from home,

And my dog rearranged his features.