Wanted to say a "final" goodbye to all you good folks.  (My 3 boys were
adopted by a neighbor that I "found" who has three furkids).  Almost all
packed, but haven't sold the house, hopefully soon.
 
The neighbor went away for the weekend and asked me to "sit" for the kids...
telling me I would do a better job than her mom (who would just feed them
and not even let them out). Well, DUH, jumped at the chance. I missed them
sooo much.
 
I let them all out yesterday and had an idea (from Sandee and the bridge).
I've always "trained" them to come to the squeak and give a treat for doing
so, but with so many of them... I was hit with the idea of putting out a
small plate full of "tone" out and sat there watching them circle round it
and lap it up.  For some reason I had to think that it must be like that at
the bridge...everyone sharing... it was adorable!
 
One of them is a tiny little girl and during the day I would go in and out
of my room where their "proofed" play place is.  I'm in my office and I
turn around and there was the girl... I was sure I had closed the door, how
in h... did she slip by me...?  FINALLY figured out she could get UNDER the
door (my boys are too big for that!).  Got a box and barricaded the door.
Whew!  What would my neighbor think and how would I feel if she got lost
and I didn't even have a clue how it happened...????
 
THEN a little later I go in and one of the Shepherds is IN THE BEDROOM.  He
had pushed the adjoining bathroom door open.  Frantic, I count noses.  Only
3 out of SIX.  My heart pounded and sure enough those little weasels made a
bee line for the great outdoors, despite three yacking Shepherds.
 
I threw the three I spotted into the cage, herded the dogs into the garage
and grabbed the squeak ball and started squeaking and calling "TREAT"!!!!!
My neighbors heard me (over the fence) and told me they thought they saw a
"weasel".
 
Long story short, two of the neighbors grabbed two of the kids, (I jumped
over the fence to get them) and as I walked all the way around the block
(couldn't make it back OVER the fence with my arms full of fuzzy) and came
into the yard I saw this little butt sticking out under the garage wall
(peeking at the dogs).  I POUNCED on him and grabbed his little butt and
FINALLY my heart went (a little) back to normal... about an hour later
after a long, hot shower.
 
Yeah, I MIGHT do a better job than her mom, maybe if I wasn't out of
practice...
 
Despite all the "antics" and close calls (and near coronaries) I will miss
not having these guys in my life.  I'm so glad I was able to find them a
good home, tho.
 
Love and hugs and prayers to you all,
Sheri
 
in ORANGE COUNTY California soon to be on the BIG ISLAND
If anyone wants to come and visit for vacation, you are ALL welcome!
Keep my email address and let me know.  (Go to Hilo Airport and I'll pick
you up!)
[Posted in FML issue 3528]