Wednesday night the dogs killed an opossum. Or so it seemed. I found them barking at the front fence, by the street, but when I investigated I couldn’t see what it was. Later, when it was time for bed, our East Austin street retriever didn’t come to my call, and when I went to look, I found the carcass in the path. About average size. You could see the blood on its fur, and a deep tear on its lip. Usually they can get up a tree before it’s too late, but not this one. It was bedtime, and I was in sandals, so I decided to leave it there until morning.
An Aborted Road Trip to the Lost Planet
An Aborted Road Trip to the Lost Planet
An Aborted Road Trip to the Lost Planet
Wednesday night the dogs killed an opossum. Or so it seemed. I found them barking at the front fence, by the street, but when I investigated I couldn’t see what it was. Later, when it was time for bed, our East Austin street retriever didn’t come to my call, and when I went to look, I found the carcass in the path. About average size. You could see the blood on its fur, and a deep tear on its lip. Usually they can get up a tree before it’s too late, but not this one. It was bedtime, and I was in sandals, so I decided to leave it there until morning.