It has been a long time since I've posted on my Boxer Trudy. Though my first post was when she was 3 months old it has now been 6 years and she is a 79 pound middle aged dog.

Saturday night about 9:30 pm I was in front of the computer and she was napping nearbye. All of the sudden she took off out her dog door. Then she started baying. Nothing unusual so far. The baying continued along with thumping noises on the deck near the dog flap. A bit unusual now. Then I heard a purring growl. I grabbed my walking stick and headed out into the backyard. It was allmost pitch blackout there but I saw trudy. "What's up girl?" . She went over to a stck of 2x4s next to her dog door and started pawing. I heard the purring growl and saw a light furry patch. I commence to go a whacking with my stick. When I stopped I found it was a possum. "Oh well! I'll bury it tomorrow" Trudy was off the deck away from the whacking attack. So I called her up and said "Good girl! Trudy is a good girl" and went back to the computer.

I heard the click click of nail in the hallway and looked out. She had brought the possum inside and dropped it on the hallway floor. I let her carry it around for a bit then froze it till garbage day. After all what could I say? I had said "Good Girl!"

I was thinking about Trudy the other day while watching Ruger snoozing. Does she stick the tip of her tongue out while dozing?

Dirt

PS. If I ever figure out posting pics I'll debut Ruger. He just turned 4.

Awwww mannnn, don't waste a perfectly good possum by burying him! Skin that boy and put him on the grill! But wait, are you sure he was dead? or was he just playin' 'possum?

Dirt she will find a pillow if possible and she can snore with her eyes right open. Sunday night I woke up and she was standing right beside my bed staring at my nose.Was she planning a revolution or what? Only the Shadow knows.

Kalico after I whacked it on the head with a walking stick, Trudy carried it around in her mouth for a half hour then I put it in the deep freeze. It is most sincerely dead.

LOL, years ago DH went out after dark and hollered back in the door "Come see what your stupid dog did!" (she was ours if she did something right!).

Our German Shepherd had captured a possum and was lying in the yard beside it, panting happily. It looked most sincerely dead...but every so often would start to very slloooooowwwllyyyyy rooooolll to its feet----at which point Muttley would bop it in the ribs with her nose and it would fall back into the most sincerely dead position. Eventually it did get away and the dog spent the week looking up into trees for her 'pet'.

My sweet protective Oso, RIP, never waited for Mom or Dad to come take care of possums---if the dumb things wandered into the fenced in yard, they were most definitely and sincerely dead before we could get to the door.

When younger DD was 3 I had put the trash can out on the back porch for DH to wash. She came in & said "Mama there is a big mouse in the trash can." That can was as tall as she was & she made a face with her hands to say big eyes.
I went to check & there was a possum & it was snarling & hissing at us. I called base game controll & told them there was a possum in my trash can & the fool asked if I didn't want it there. Anyway they came to get it & they had a real battle getting it in the cage so they could let it loose away from housinng.

Hehehe...

That's always my big fear if I put a doggy door in here. I'd come home to find a racoon in the kitchen

Last summer Jake the Dalmatian almost caught a woodchuck living under my deck a few times. But it always evaded him, several times as farcical as Jake would leap over him as the woodchuck dived under the deck.

Well one morning I let Jake out and almost immediately heard a fight break out by the woodpile and there was no doubt what was going on.

Figuring he had the woodchuck cornered, I grabbed my .22, went out barefoot in my boxers, and here's Jake presenting me a very live and very pissed off woodchuck in his mouth. Had him by the back, so the claws were facing away from Jake and towards me.

I don't think I've ever seen Jake acting so proud of himself. I dispatched the 'chuck and directed Jake to "drop it."

Talk about one disappointed dog, but after the third "drop it" he did and I got Jake inside and went to dispose of the chuck.

When I let Jake back out, I think he was even more disappointed it had disappeared.

Thanks Ya'll, so much for sharing such wonderful stories!


Robin

Yes I posted my first about her in 2003 under "Sick Dog". She had demodex mange as a 4 month old puppy and the first "vet" just suggested putting her down if she didn't out grow it. I followed everybodys advice and found a real Vet and she is now over 6. Got a bit of gray on her muzzle but she still wants to beg/steal food and chase cats. Not so destructive though.

What a good girl!!!

Today I took Trudy to have a small needle aspiration, sort of a biopsy. She has has a small growth on her head for over a year. The Vet said she couldn't be sure about the results but it looked like mast cells that had ruptured or cancer. There was another one in one of her breasts possibly. In a couple of weeks I'll have them removed but it will require anesthesia which is allways risky for a Boxer and this will be the fifth time.

Hoping for the best for ya! It's always scary when a friend is sick. Prayers for the pooch.

Best of luck. Hope it's something they can deal with.

Ruger sends his best wishes.

Dirt

Thanks for sharing more Trudy. Hope the best for both of y'all. I keep telling myself to try and be the person Lucky The Wonder Dog thinks I am.

IMHO We should all wag our tails more and bark less.