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Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Adventures of a Lost Puppy
Molly, Richard, and Talie are some of my oldest, dearest friends. Richard and Molly were up here to visiting, and I wanted to show them around my favorite hiking area.
However, just a few hundred feet into the woods, we encountered a sweet baby. Her name was Luca. She was sitting alone at the foot of a tree, looking lost and afraid. Even so, she clearly was loved. She was well-fed, and her coat was thick and glossy. She was well-mannered and soft-spoken.
She perked right up, however, as soon as she met Rollo, Talie's puppy.
Meanwhile, my dog Ginny, being more of a people-dog than a dog's dog, ignored the puppies and got a massage from Molly.
After waiting for 20-30 minutes, we did not see or hear anyone looking for her. We tried calling the phone number on her tag but did not get through. We decided to take her to the local police station so they could look for the owner and keep her safe. We brought her out of the woods.
She wasn't sure she wanted to get into my car.
Once she was there, Ginny gave her the stinkeye as she clearly saw her as an interloper. She whined a little and stuck her head up between the front seats so Richard and I could comfort her.
We got to the police station. I suspect that she was nicest thing to have come through their door all day.
A few minutes after we left, I got a call from the police. They had found the owner. They put us in touch. Luca had been with a dog walker. She got scared when another dog chased her, and she ran off. The dog walker tried to catch her but lost her at a fork in the trail. He tried to get ahold of the owner but had no more luck than we had. By the time the owner called him, he had a dozen people looking for Luca in the woods.
Luca's owner was very grateful. She sent me this picture of Luca, relaxing at home after her ordeal.
However, just a few hundred feet into the woods, we encountered a sweet baby. Her name was Luca. She was sitting alone at the foot of a tree, looking lost and afraid. Even so, she clearly was loved. She was well-fed, and her coat was thick and glossy. She was well-mannered and soft-spoken.
She perked right up, however, as soon as she met Rollo, Talie's puppy.
Meanwhile, my dog Ginny, being more of a people-dog than a dog's dog, ignored the puppies and got a massage from Molly.
After waiting for 20-30 minutes, we did not see or hear anyone looking for her. We tried calling the phone number on her tag but did not get through. We decided to take her to the local police station so they could look for the owner and keep her safe. We brought her out of the woods.
She wasn't sure she wanted to get into my car.
Once she was there, Ginny gave her the stinkeye as she clearly saw her as an interloper. She whined a little and stuck her head up between the front seats so Richard and I could comfort her.
We got to the police station. I suspect that she was nicest thing to have come through their door all day.
A few minutes after we left, I got a call from the police. They had found the owner. They put us in touch. Luca had been with a dog walker. She got scared when another dog chased her, and she ran off. The dog walker tried to catch her but lost her at a fork in the trail. He tried to get ahold of the owner but had no more luck than we had. By the time the owner called him, he had a dozen people looking for Luca in the woods.
Luca's owner was very grateful. She sent me this picture of Luca, relaxing at home after her ordeal.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Nature, Green in Tooth and Claw
It's June, and the drought has begun. A hungry bullfrog is scanning the area for prey.
A crayfish suns itself nearby, unaware of the danger.
The frog leaps to the crayfish, seeing an easy meal, but the crayfish assumes a defensive stance.
The frog makes its move!
But the crayfish rolls from its jaws,
and backs away again. 
The bullfrog silently berates itself for trying to eat a creature so much fiercer than its usual prey. "Damn it, Richard! Mom always said, 'bullfrogs eat flies, not crayfish!'"
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