Living with us is our dog Harley. She is a Lhasa Apso. I think I brought the only true city dog with us. A neighbor of ours donated sod for us to get us through the winter and spring this year so my dog would have a "potty patch". My city pup will not use the dirt to go potty. When we first moved here I had to go buy her new red shoes so she could walk on the snow. Of course she wasn't going to get her feet cold when going outside. She wears a green sweatshirt around the house and before going outside, if it is snowing, she puts on her brown leather jacket.
Our city dog can scare off any wild animal. Last night I took her out to go potty before bed time. As soon as she went out she was hot on the trail of an animal. The wild thing was in the BBQ. I grabbed Harley and we jumped back in the house. I'm not sure if we are afraid of our own shadow's living here because of all the wild animals we can encounter. I hollered for my husband and he came running and then shut the door with us inside. He thought it could be a skunk. Yikes! I hadn't thought of that. Just then a mouse ran across the snow in the backyard. That of course made us jump too. I told him I thought the thing hissed at us when I picked up Harley. I saw footprints in the snow where Harley usually goes potty. What was in the BBQ? We then thought to go to the other door that is 10 feet from the BBQ and throw snowballs at it. Maybe the wild thing would get scared and come out. We tried it but nothing happened. We went to bed still wondering what was in the BBQ. Was it the mouse? I couldn't sleep. We have seen mink, mice, voles, Coyote's, raccoon’s, skunk, wolves’, deer, moose, elk, and grandkids here. It's like we could open our own wild life refuge.
This morning I had to take Harley out to go potty once more. I made my husband go out to move the BBQ with me. What was in the BBQ? Answer: Absolutely nothing. I think it was the mouse. I wasn't really afraid.
It's a mystery what new animal we're going to see each day. Maybe we should make a contest of it.
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