It can be tough to lose a pet. When Tom, my secretary, discovered that his cat had died, he was a basket case for a week. "If you see me dash unexpectedly out of the office," he said, "I wanted you to know why."
I see fliers on telephone poles with photos of cute dogs and cats who have gone missing, and I know the people who belong to these missing pets must be worried sick.
In our neighborhood fliers went out this week about a missing turtle. No doubt a beloved turtle, as it had been photographed on the pillow of a human bed. The Turtle Lady, out canvassing this morning, knocked on our door and asked to search our yard.
I saw two fairly large raccoons in one of the cherry trees last night. I figure if the turtle was back there yesterday, the Turtle Lady might find his shell today.
Do raccoons eat turtles? I don't see why they wouldn't.
Our dog has not gone missing. In fact, she has increased her comings and goings since figuring out how to open the back door.
Now she won't stay outside. If she gets tired of being out there, she just comes right on in when she feels like it. But she has not learned to shut the door, however, and the problem this has created is that yesterday alone I chased down two crane flies and about half a dozen moths.
By the way, while you're out looking for turtles, keep an eye out for my sister's turtle as well. He has three legs and does not respond to the name "Ahab."
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Ahab'r remaines were found a few years ago. Seems I forgot to bring him inside.
Posted on behalf of Harper:
How many dozen flies? You forgot to put on the part about how I keep being mad about shutting the door.
My daughter is religious about shutting doors around here. She has serious issues with flying insects indoors.
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