Last summer, or was it the year before, a deer was struck and killed down the road. For two full days its body remained untouched in the ditch. On the third night we heard a pack of coyotes gleefully celebrating as they feasted. A day later, nothing was left but some bones and fur.
When we walk past, the dogs still take a great interest in the spot where the body lay, and yesterday Sadie trotted out with what appeared to be a rib.
“What have you got?” I asked. “Show me!”
She did, but made sure to keep enough distance so that I couldn’t take it away from her. Not that I would, but she was taking no chances.
She gets herself clean every night though.
You may note that she appears to be moulting. She’s lost most of her beautiful winter coat, and now looks like a much smaller animal. She needs a good brushing. The woodticks are still plaguing her, as if the medication doesn’t help at all, and many are picked off her each day.
The mousetraps seem to have done the trick when it comes to keeping her out of my plant pots. The traps don’t even have to be set anymore, and they’re not because I worry about a bird or Duckie getting hurt. All I have to do is lay the sprung traps on top of the soil.
But yesterday I had to give her shit again because she chewed up the folding double lawn chair I’d left outside after a bonfire, thinking maybe she wouldn’t bother it, having seen us sitting in it enough times. Ha. Will this never end?
Of course it will. Deep breath. Patience.
I’ve put rocks in the pots on the steps so that they’re heavy and can’t be knocked over in passing. Rambunctious dog.