We are apparently regular critter catchers. After the possum episode this past weekend, we thought we would put the trap out one more time just on the off chance that another one might come looking to play.
During the middle of the day, I had just set the thing out on the picnic table in the yard and my wife called me to report another quick catch.
This time, it was a bird. Don't worry, in spite of the awkward looking pose, the little guy was not harmed in any way. I lifted open the door and off he went to warn the others!
With that, I pretty much figured PETA would be kicking down our doors before long, so I washed the cage really well and we took it back to our association.
On a routine visit to the dry-cleaners to pick up some laundry, I witnessed in a matter of seconds, proof that we are experiencing a total breakdown in the societal norms which allow us to be able to live together without clubbing one another over our heads. Because I keep my camera handy for moments such as this, I can provide the evidence you need.
First, this is the sort of thing that you simply shake your head at. An inconsiderate person simply pulls into an available parking space without any notion that the lines were nicely drawn so as to assist him or her in the decision process on how best to situate the vehicle to best accommodate other vehicles whose owners may wish to park similarly. Here, good society has gone out of its way to help guide individuals into what can reasonably be agreed upon as the best use of space for everyone. Instead, our friend here parks in front of the Dry Cleaning Station taking two spaces.
Of course, you say, if they are just running in and out of the cleaners to pick up the laundry, how long could it possibly take? Well, if the person who parked in front of the cleaners had actually gone in to the cleaners, perhaps only a few seconds. But in this case, when I walked into the cleaners myself, they were not there. Probably a good thing to. Though I am the calm one who simply takes pictures, my wife let loose with a verbal thrashing of the inconsiderate person for all to hear.
But poor parking is mere child's play.
What kind of impatient bastard takes a dump in the middle of a parking lot?
As I delicately stepped out the door of my vehicle, I spotted the foul evidence and loudly proclaimed, Oh! My! God! Eager to learn what I was OMG'ing about, my wife came to my side of the van to investigate what I had witnessed. In short order, she assed this to be Rottweiler poo and not the result of some poorly placed human defecation. WTF? Am I living in Animal Planet and is my wife suddenly an expert on the scat habits of large breed vicious dogs? Don't e-mail, I know Rottweilers are all friendly, it's just the owners that are bad.
Look, I've seen a Rottweiler take a dump on a street once while we were visiting my sister-in-law in Rockport; The beast just wandered down the middle of the street and looked at us and left about a foot long steamer that resembled an 8 day old banana. He actually looked at us and smiled when he did it. Now I know this might lead one to believe that it is a normal habit for a Rottweiler to crap on asphalt, but having viewed the aforementioned "business" and compared it to what someone left in the parking lot in front of the dry cleaners, I'm not so sure this wasn't the result of either a homeless guy or perhaps a young child being held up by a parent eager to avoid an accident in the pants.
Either way, like the truck driver who couldn't be bothered with parking between the lines, the person who left this little deposit has no respect for the people - the society that they live among.
And let's just say that maybe it was a Rottweiler, shouldn't that thing be on a leash?
Oh, and in case you are wondering, no, the sty that I had in my eye a while back did not come from watching that dog in Rockport poop on the street.
Attention PETA: No animals were harmed in providing proof of the total breakdown of society.
Every once in a while, Pet Parents do some really humiliating things to their poor pet children.
Writing that actually made me cringe.
We don't consider ourselves "Pet Parents" and I find it ridiculous that people pack up Scruffy and take him with them shopping at PetSmart. Please people; leave Scruffy at home so he can chew on your furniture and soil your carpets like normal animals do.
But even if we are just normal dog owners, we still tend to do goofy things that no dog should have to endure.
For instance, there was the time my wife bought a little doggy sweater from a garage sale and she forced Panda to wear it. Just look at the sheer embarrassment on her face. Thankfully, she doesn't attend school, or all the other dogs would have hounded her relentlessly. Hounded, I say.
So I was quietly sitting in my office catching up on a few blogs when suddenly, my wife was calling my daughter, 
long distance no less, so she could listen to the crunching sound that a little defenseless dog makes when you try to force her into being a vegan.
I must confess that celery does make a rather crunchy sound, especially when a little dog is going to town to consume any evidence that might take away from her credibility as a hunter of squirrels and cats.
*Attention PETA: No pets or parents were harmed in the making of this Blog entry.
Some people like to take thier dogs to the park, throw balls or play fetch. Our dogs don't like to go outside that much, so we have to keep them entertained in an air conditioned environment.
Gracie can jump pretty high when it comes to bubbles. Panda, not so much.
Attention PETA: No pets were harmed in the making of this Blog entry.
*With Apologies to David Letterman
You be the judge. I photographed this specimen myself, aggressively rolling around, quite possibly doing some sort of ritual it goes through before preparing to attack unsuspecting goats or, gulp, people. Look at the vicious jaws.*
Fortunately, the Chupacabra moved along and no one was harmed, nor was any blood sucked from goats. Strange.
So this was the scene. Ms. Squirrel was on the tree trying to figure out how to get into the top of one of our bird feeders. 
And then she got a good snort of the cayenne pepper! In addition to sneezing several times, she rubbed her nose on the bark to clear her nostrils. Good times.
This time, it was a bird. Don't worry, in spite of the awkward looking pose, the little guy was not harmed in any way. I lifted open the door and off he went to warn the others!
First, this is the sort of thing that you simply shake your head at. An inconsiderate person simply pulls into an available parking space without any notion that the lines were nicely drawn so as to assist him or her in the decision process on how best to situate the vehicle to best accommodate other vehicles whose owners may wish to park similarly. Here, good society has gone out of its way to help guide individuals into what can reasonably be agreed upon as the best use of space for everyone. Instead, our friend here parks in front of the Dry Cleaning Station taking two spaces.
As I delicately stepped out the door of my vehicle, I spotted the foul evidence and loudly proclaimed, Oh! My! God! Eager to learn what I was OMG'ing about, my wife came to my side of the van to investigate what I had witnessed. In short order, she assed this to be Rottweiler poo and not the result of some poorly placed human defecation. WTF? Am I living in Animal Planet and is my wife suddenly an expert on the scat habits of large breed vicious dogs? Don't e-mail, I know Rottweilers are all friendly, it's just the owners that are bad.
But even if we are just normal dog owners, we still tend to do goofy things that no dog should have to endure. 
long distance no less, so she could listen to the crunching sound that a little defenseless dog makes when you try to force her into being a vegan.
