Comments on: Backyard execution.

By: Robyn

Robyn — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:18:00 +0000

Rob,

The story about the copperhead in the garage has me laughing my ass off. I’ve been up since 2:30am and REALLY needed a good laugh to shake off my grumpiness. Thank you!

By: Koblog

Koblog — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:54:46 +0000

As a writer once wrote, “Dogs like meat. Raw meat. When was the last time you saw a dog attack a wheat field?”

Feeding dogs a diet of puffed carbohydrate kibble sprayed with re-rendered rancid oil left over from the the local fry pit at McDonalds does not constitute Good Eats to a dog.

They want meat and bones, preferably raw. And innards. Loves them innards! And crunch. Mmmmm. Bone marrow. Fatty goodness.

By: Old Dog

Old Dog — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 07:00:19 +0000

Our problem is Coyotes. Several generations of Dobies have taught them that crossing our fence is a death sentence.

The problem is rabies, we have to make very sure that shots are very current.

The flow does seem to have slowed down in the last few years, do Coyotes have genetic memory?

If so it’s a shame, the Dobies enjoyed the fight and snack.

By: Gradual Dazzle

Gradual Dazzle — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:43:55 +0000

My great-grandfather (from Tishomingo, Oklahoma) used to have one bumper-sticker on his car. It read, “Eat More Possum.”

By: Rob

Rob — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:01:45 +0000

For the record, cats do not play…..they practice. (Kitteh thawt:”Who knows? You might need to know how to leap off the fridge onto someone’s head someday.”) I remember vividly going out to the garage to transfer the laundry from the washer to the dryer. As I leaned over to toss in the wet clothes, I looked down and saw a f*&king copperhead between my feet. Instantly, wet t-shirts & underwear impacted the front & back garage walls simultaneously. I sprouted prehensile toenails long enough to hang from the exposed ceiling joists, sailing up rather like an unattractive, overweight bat. As I dangled inverted, heart tattooing my ribcage, I managed, between raspy breaths, to notice the snake had not moved. In the slightest. Evidently, as it turns out, cat (as we called her) had whacked the thing in the yard someplace, and had dropped it off for us to admire. Either that, or she was leaving us a message ‘See? I can do the same thing to you, too’. Note to self: make SURE to put cat food out EVERY day.

By: 14 Karat

14 Karat — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 01:18:12 +0000

Dogette,

Your entire post of:
June 26th, 2008 at 7:31 am …

I now must clean the upholstry on my chair, as I have officially wet my pants.

Tony redrummery, peacock snackery, cat-butt sniffery, doggy smackdownery and thread count soggery all in one concise comment.

I could die with a smile. Intestines willed to Maggie.

By: DC

DC — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 00:31:52 +0000

Could be worse. My dog likes to snorf panties. Especially my wife’s panties. After, well, you know…

So your dog is a murderer. Mine’s a pervert.