Sunday, November 30, 2014

Dog has been a pain in the rear.

Happy for a few hours,, sad for most of the day. 

Happy comes from the pork leavings and the bones from broth pot.

He gets really sad when I start hunting for the bones he’s hidden in the house. It is difficult to tell him that the mice like the bones also. Poor fellow.

I say poor because I don’t think he believed me until he jealousy guarded the area of his latest hiding place and a very small mouse found it – while he was sleeping near it.

I stepped over to the area and the tiny mouse ran. Just a little way, and tried to hide behind Dog’s ear.

Dog came un-glued. I’m still laughing, Dog’s still on full alert. The bone is in the trash and the mouse has earned a large portion of Decon (Rat poision).

Now if that cute little mouse will have sense to eat hearty.

I’ve not thought of it before, but Dog likes pork bones over beef bones, but bones well above regular, low cost, dog food. I’ve been thinking of re-installing the bird feeders again, and have been thinning the tree rat population. I’m about to stew a couple of them. Maybe Dog will go for wild game.

And that might keep the sad away for some time.

Now. For some remedy for the pain in the rear of opening and closing the doors for a dog, five times an hour, and missing all the good plays in the football game.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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