Musical Plants...Oh Yeah, and a Possum

Today I started my annual "Musical Plants" routine. You know, moving plants from one location in the yard to another where they might get more/less sun, more/less water, more/less room. You get the idea. Happens. Every. Year. One day, I'll actually pick the right place the first time. So, I'm in the middle of removing the Sweet Potato Vine from the top of the Magnolia tree (it got a little crazy this year) and I kept hearing a commotion coming from the woods in the back yard. I assumed it was the guys in the pasture working on the fence (they had been out walking the fence line earlier in the day) but couldn't figure out why they would bring their yappy dog with them. Finally, I decided to investigate. Well, that "yappy dog" was Pete. He was after something that had crawled into a piece of pipe and judging by his squealing and panting, he had been after that darn thing for a while. He was so tired, exasperated, frustrated and pissed that he was stumbling around, yapping, and attacking the pipe. I'm guessing by the way he was acting, that whatever it was, had actually bit him and got him fired up. No matter what, I could not convince him to leave it alone and come inside to rest. So, I pulled the pipe out of the woods (which wasn't easy especially since Pete was tugging on the other end) and into the backyard. And then it fell out. Pete - 1 / Possum - 0.


Let's see how far I get with the Musical Plants tomorrow.

You Can't Keep a Good Dog Down...Or Confined.

We've had a stray tomcat cattin' around our house the last few weeks and spraying this and that and even sprayed inside our garage! He was able to get into the garage because I usually leave the door ajar so Hipparchia can get into the garage/shop to take care of any mice that might think it's a great place to live. Well, after the cat spray I decided to keep the door shut. Problem is, the garage is connected to the shop which also has second floor storage. So if I go into the garage for something and one of the pups, like maybe Pete, goes in behind me and then into the shop where I can't see him, I won't know he's in there when I leave the garage and shut the door behind me. Which is what happened here. Pete was accidently locked in the garage for about an hour and a half and freaked - he never has taken well to being confined. If he'd been out there much longer, I do believe he would have made it out the other side. At least he had the decency to rip up the old door to the shop and not the new door to Michael's new garage. How's your teeth feel, Pete?