The great possum hunt

I have found that as I get older, I don't sleep like I used too. I'm usually up 2 or 3 times through the night. Last night, being no different, I woke up about 2:30. Every time I get up, at least 2 of the dogs are going to want out. Nothing different this morning. I let the dogs out and noticed that it was rather nice out. I stepped out on the back deck to have a smoke and heard our male dachshund having fits down by the fence.

I got the flashlight and saw him digging around a cart that sits next to the neighbors garage. I called him several times and he would not leave his little digging project. Well, hell. I went and got shoes on, I had to know what was so interesting. I got down where the dogs were, the other one was just watching, she's too lazy to dig, and peeked under the cart. There sat a small possum. Sam is a miniature dachshund, so he's not real big, but he was too big to get under that cart. Which was probably a good thing for both dog and possum. I headed back in and called, he wasn't coming. I picked him up and carried him in, thinking the possum would find quieter accommodations.

0430, up again. Dogs out. Sam went right back to the cart and started digging and sniffing. The possum by then had moved on. He's a hardheaded little turd at times. Up again at 0600 for the day. Made coffee and sat down to wait. I looked over about time the coffee should be done, a pot of hot water. Maybe I should have went back to bed.



The possum king.