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your husband decides to bring Percy (see first blog) inside for an evening snack…like dog food isn’t good enough for him anymore! As you can see, Percy has grown A LOT in the past year and a half. Luckily we did not purchase any of the tainted dog food for him. What could be worse than killing a possum with poisoned dog food?
He’s been keeping to himself mostly, but the dogs seem to be able to figure out he is snuggled in under the deck every night. The neighbors love us! Nothing like a Pack of Panicked Pomeranians to help tuck you in at bedtime. The minute you stand up to open the door to go outside, they begin their excited greetings to let Percy know they are coming. Sure enough, they head straight for the corner under the grill and try furiously to wedge their little heads between the cracks for one last good night kiss. Percy for the most part ignores them. However, the other night he missed the turn at the bottom of the steps and found himself “dead” at the end of the stairs with a Wolfey snout sniffing furiously over his little possum coat. That’s when Krazy Bob intervened and picked Percy up for a trip in the house. Notice how this did not interfere with the “tongue hanging out dead” posture he has been honing this past year. Unfortunately, when you are dead you cannot swallow, so…you drool. I convinced Bob that Percy did not want to smoke a cigar, but I’m having trouble with the “wearing overalls” thing. So far, “I don’t have a pattern for possum overalls” is working, but I’m pretty sure that even Krazy Bob will figure out that dog patterns could probably be altered to fit a possum.


Here Bob and his new pet, Percy, welcome another day at the critter camp. Percy loves peanut butter, cantaloupe, and dog food (not necessarily at the same time)! It seems all of our animal friends have extremely strange appetites. Percy is free-range and used to play “possum” when Cochise (aka Goat Cheese) the 50 pound weenie dog walked by the dog food bowl. However, once it was determined that the Goat didn’t seem to recognise him as a threat to the nightly meal, Percy no longer feels the need to nap. He doesn’t come when called yet, but I think that’s because he stays pretty busy on the home front looking for those peanut butter sandwiches. He has a sister, Lilith, but she is not nearly so friendly (or cute).

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