Going To The Dogs - And A Cat.

For the past couple of days the pet patrol has been out of control, I have no idea what's gotten into them. Yesterday was Barfing was the thing to do. Bob the cat hasn't been bad lately, she rarely vomits since we changed her diet. We had a lot of problems with her when she got wet food - first we changed the wet food multiple times with no results. Then we discovered the problem WAS the wet food - then we changed the dry food. During this period Bob the Barfer made multiple donations to the feral cat society since David only likes to shop for pet food at the big box store. But after all was said and done she now eats only one kind of food plus snacks and it resolved itself. But for the past two days she's been really wanting to barf but is having a great deal of trouble as  we have no carpeting for her to do it on. So she's been trying to do it on the dining room table since that has a cloth table cloth - such a jerk. I caught her at it twice and she seems to have given it up. Then Reuben unloaded an entire dinner in the living room - ARRGH.

 

But they seemed to have gotten past it, especially Bob who feels it's not worth the effort if she can't do it on something that would need washing. This morning David was trying to stay in bed, I'd woken up early and couldn't get back to sleep so I got up to let the dogs out. It was just before dawn, but enough to see by so I opened the door and they both shot out heading for the trees in the front of the property. Mayhem ensued - Reuben growling and snarling, Molly barking,growling......and a third party growling. Me yelling and then screaming when I almost bumped into a huge raccoon, then Reuben dove back in, David appeared and for a few minutes it was quite noisy. The dogs were blocking the raccoon's escape route and you could see he dearly wanted to exit stage right. We managed to get the raccoon gone and the participants headed for the house. Molly was fine, Reuben was crying so I pulled him into the kitchen and noticed a dark patch on his shoulder - wish I hadn't touched it because it was raccoon poop. It must've released it's bowels when Reuben grabbed it. 

So I scrubbed Boo off - it's hard to be a valiant warrior when you have Raccoon Doodles on you. Everyone finally calmed down and we got coffee, I told David he could go back to bed but he just laughed - a little hysterically- and took his coffee in the next room.  Bob decided to get in on the action by bouncing a mole across the front lawn and then leaving it to die in front of the door. David dispatched it as there was no chance it was walking away.  I'm hoping they're done with all this activity, I don't know about them but I'm tired!