Wild Kingdom

Not much is happening around here this weekend. I went out to eat Mexican food and wish I hadn't. I was feeling a pity party coming on so I thought some chips and salsa would lighten the mood. Whatever, I just woke up feeling bloated this morning. I had ordered a diet Dr. Pepper and sent it back. Can you imagine, who sends a diet drink back? Well, it tasted like crap and that may be because I don't drink sodas anymore, but I didn't see any point in finishing something that tasted like crapola.

Since this weekend is kinda dull, let me tell you what happened the other night. We have a really big back yard with some trees and power lines and on the other side of our chain-link fence is an alley between us and the next neighborhood. Every evening, I open the back door and the dogs shoot out and go running all over the yard like wild banshees. Well, the older dog kinda scoots along, but Sydney, the 2 year old thinks she's a beast so she runs at top speed.

Right after the dogs ran past me I heard a bunch of hissing and growling and looked out in the darkness and saw Sydney running all around a whiteish looking critter. I knew right away what it was, too. There's been a possum hanging around our yard and sometimes it's in my garage. Well, I freaked out and went running over to them (as fast as I can run anyway) and just as I got there, Sydney grabbed the possum and started shaking and shaking and growling and all I could think was she was going to get torn up. I was afraid to stick my hands down there to stop her because I didn't want to get bit myself. Those things have ugly looking sharp teeth! I was screaming at the top of my lungs "NO NO NO, SYDNEY, NO" over and over. I'm sure the neighbors must have thought I was being attacked, lol.

Anyway, the possum must have started getting heavy because Sydney slowed the thrashing about down enough for me to grab her by the back of the neck and she dropped the now "playing dead" possum. I grabbed her up and took her inside. Not a scratch on her and the possum was gone when I went back out to check on it. Which was a relief as I didn't want to have to take it to the wildlife rehab and explain that my dog had attacked it.

Needless to say, I haven't seen the possum around lately :). And Sydney thinks she is one tough cookie! When we go out at night now, I go first and shine the flashlight all over the yard to make sure nothing is out there. I was scared beyond belief. I don't think my heart could take that again.

Take care and have a good Sunday.