Saturday, August 29, 2009

Angela's Summer at the Pool




Here are some photos from Angela's summer by the pool. She's been in the water a couple of times in the past but today she was happy to get in on her own. Maybe because it's close to 100F! (Don't worry, she doesn't have access to the pool if we're not around.) She doggie paddles, of course, but today she was content to just float in the water as we guided her around. So funny! Arthur got in on the action a little too. I love the happy face in front of the greenery--her tail is wagging for certain. Right now both dogs are sleeping, exhausted from the fun afternoon in the pool.

Angela Retrieves a Baby Possum

The dogs were out for their evening bathroom break one night while Audrey was out of town. I was getting ready for bed when they both started to bark franticly. This was not the normal routine emergency barking. I grabbed a bathrobe and headed outside. Equipped with a flash light containing half dead batteries I could see the dogs crouched down barking at this small fuzzy thing. This is the point where time seemed to really slow down. There was a small baby possum playing dead. Angela picked up the possum in her mouth like a squeaky toy, shook it violently a few times, then started to parade around the back yard. She would not respond to any verbal commands. By this point I am half running half streaking around the back yard. Thank goodness there is no You Tube coverage of this event. Of course Arthur my loyal herding dog thinks this is a game. He is running circles around me while I continue to chase Angela. Suddenly she runs towards the stairs and the back entrance of the house. I am starting to get closer to her. Just as she started up the stairs, I was able to dive and just barely get a grip on her tail before she entered the house. As I held onto her tail for dear life, she dropped the possum. I was able to get the dogs inside and then I scooted the possum off the stairs. This two minute episode felt like hours. I went to bed with two stubbed toes and a couple of bruises. Arthur and Angela seemed to enjoy the excitement. The dogs remained agitated that night. The possum was nowhere to be found the next morning