Little Girl [Mama]

I have written of the Little Girl and  how she came to our home.  Well, now she has six babies and she is a good mama.

She gave birth to these six puppies, originally seven, but one died, in the pen we have for the dogs.  She had moved them due to lack of shelter from the rain, and they were under our shed where we keep the riding lawn mower, some tools and dog food.

We received a lot of rain in the past two days and I guess it was starting to get a bit wet under the shed, so she had started moving them.  I was in my office, and heard this frantic barking, whining, howling from a dog.  I went outside, and headed in the direction and Little Girl came running toward me, then immediately turned back toward the shed.  When she got on the North end of it she got down looking underneath, and she tried to get underneath, but could not.  That was not where the puppies had been previously.

I went and got an old dog food bag, to kneel on and look under the shed; yes it was raining too; when I looked under the shed the dog whining; the puppy whining for mama;  I saw it had crawled to a spot mama could not get to.  I went and looked where the puppies had been, and there were none.  So I assumed she had moved them to another location.

To make a short story shorter I moved the ramp I had in front, on the South side of the shed, and Little Girl crawled underneath, retrieved her puppy, and then took it to a drier location.  I went down to the old barn to see where she had taken them, and I saw one lone puppy; so I knew I was close to the other four.

I had gone inside to get a flashlight to look underneath the shed to make sure she had them all; and while I was gone she took that last one to the barn.  She came back toward me a much happier mama.  Though it seemed she was looking for another one, and I thought of that one in the barn by its lonesome, and I went back to the barn, and found the other five now, and moved the lone one with the five, and all was well.

I never knew  how much adventure a dog could bring into one’s life.  We now have nine sources of adventure.  I hope only for a while longer, then, back to three.

Flat Creek rose yesterday, but it was still in the banks.  I cannot see it yet this morning, due to darkness, but I can step outside and hear it roaring and rolling along.

-Tim

Archer, Butch, and Little Girl

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.

-Tim

Armadillos and Barking Dogs

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.

-Tim