The three amigos...

Kids and Foxes...

Foxes continue to take up a lot of time here, and have severely impeded my freedom. They think I am going to run over to the fox den and do whatever, not sure what I would do now that you mention it. The neighbours are all paying attention, leaving them carrots and such.. I remember when they thought I was cute.

Devon was here on Friday nite and Andre has been here all weekend, the adults are whining about how there is no food left. They wonder why I really love the kids.. Andre gets on the floor with me and wrestles, he also lets me play tug of war with his jacket. Devon takes for walks (rolleyes, rolleyes), actually she drags me around the yard, some say it is payback for all of the licking. Devon feels all strong and powerful, and I tend to stay rather bored. But life is better with the kids, the adults say that also.

Mom or Dad Fox with creepy eyes..scary animals live near us..

One of the little foxes that make me crazy, no bigger than a cat

Little Foxes and slimey stuff...

we have finally figured out the big mystery, the reason why the foxes cut through our yard is because there are little foxes living in the big rocks behind Rose's place. It has been solved by the second best wildlife spotter in the house, dad. Every once and a while we see little fox heads on the rocks playing around their den. My very restricted life has become more restrictive as I want to get to these guys, the adults will not let me.. they are not sure what I will do when I get to them, play or try to grab them.. I am not sure either. Forethought and reflection are not my strong suits.

After about 20 rainy days in May, the sun came out yesterday and the folks were in a special place as they bought worms for the compost bin.. woowee, they sure know how to have fun. A rather lengthy discussion ensued extoling the virtues of red wigglers, the conclusion was that we would have better compost and be able to throw more stuff in the bin, we sure know how to live large on the end of the woods.

One final question we have been thinking about; if little foxes are called kits, why aren't little cats called fox's???

Sometimes I feel like a motherless puppy..

mom went to Maine with her boat, and I am left here almost alone with dad. Not too bad, he did get me out, bad knees and all, for a couple of good walks.. but when mom is gone I spend a lot of time sleeping in their bedroom on the floor by her side of the bed.

Yesterday he even took me to a Rugby game between Newport Rugby Team and an Irish Team.. wow!! there were a ton of people there and many other dogs.. I was on the leash, bummer. Got to meet Peter the Nephew, complete with his helmet. He seemed fine to me, not sure what all the fuss was about. Peter is a big man, with a nice, quiet voice.. also met the future in laws as well. Derek and Jen were there also, I do not think that Jen gets this dog pet thing yet, but I am working on her. I wanted to go with everybody for beers afterward, but noooo we had to come home and do nothing. Beers with the boys would have been great fun.

Things will be back to normal today, that is how I like it.. change is not a good thing for this puppy.

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