The title is the names of the three dogs we have around here. Some call Little Girl “Molly” – my wife and grand kids. The reason I write of them today is because the Little Girl was barking almost non stop all night long, and especially after I got up at 3:45 a.m. so I put her in the pen. That has pretty much quietened her down.
For some reason it seems that all the dogs of neighbors around are barking too. It seems that they are a bit nervous about something. Even Archer when I went to let Butch out of the pen came rushing in, and would not come out; so I left him in; and I have not heard a thing out of him since then. Usually when he is in the pen he is barking wanting out, but not this morning.
Yeah! We decided to call the littler dog “Butch”. That was Madge’s idea, and it looks like that is going to stick with him. He is getting where he answers to it; at least as good as anything else.
I am going to have to leave here soon and go pick up the kids of my bus route. So I am closing from the banks of Flat Creek to go and drive a big yellow monster to pick up 60 or so little angels.
The Little Girl was still gone when I left to drive the bus for the evening route. However, when I returned home she was back, and had a friend with her; a small male, even smaller than her. Now I like dogs, but I can only take so many. After all I don’t run, nor do I want to run a kennel. I do have methods for dealing with strays. In other words, we now have three dogs hanging around here. These two Corgi looking ones are probably someone’s or at least have been someone’s house pets.
No pet is allowed in the house here. We have made few exceptions if they are kept in a cage; not running free in the house. We don’t even have gold fish in our house; or an aquarium of exotic fish. We have had, but not now.
Archer now has two friends. He seems to get along with them well.
I am hoping that yesterday was the last of the 100 degree temps for the Summer. It did make it to 100 at our house.
It’s great living along the banks of Flat Creek.
I had not any more than got set down at the table, this morning, when Archer our big dog began barking in his gruff tone. Of course, being the curious fellow that I was I went to see, grabbing a flashlight before I went out the door. To my surprise there was an ‘Possum on the half shell”, making this groaning, grunting sound as it was digging around the fence I have around our air conditioner compressor.
When I saw what it was I went back indoors and retrieved my 22 rifle. I tried to get it away from the house, and fence, but nothing worked so I took what aim I could with the trusty gun and fired. You know how slow those things are usually moving – armadillos’ that is. It takes them forever to move across a road, highway, and you usually see more laying splattered on the highways, than you do alive. This one was quite alive.
When I shot that armadillo took off down toward Flat Creek like a bullet. He ran through the weed patch, with the dogs chasing it, and barking. Even the dog I call “Little Girl” chased him. She’s getting quite adept at chasing things.
I am not sure I even hit the thing when I shot; though I don’t think it would have moved if I didn’t hit it. Those critters need to leave, and go back where they came from. They are really a nuisance. I guess the good Lord or all things and creation has a purpose for them. He does everything else.
From the banks of Flat Creek.