QoTD: TMW, 05242010

“It’s a wild animal, not your f-ing cat!” –TMW

[That was TMW verbal response after seeing this. It wasn’t Yogi’s fault that the guy was a moron, sadly ranger put her down. I just wish that the bear had completed the Darwin treatment on the moron. –TMM]

Moka

Moka was a beautiful chocolate lab who has been part of the family since I was 13. Yesterday she was put down. She was 13 and she was suffering from arthritis, amongst other things, and could barely walk let alone stand. Below is a poem I wrote.

She started her life as a happy, bounding ball of mischief.
Her energy knew no bounds.
As time went on, she became more than a pet;
she was a loyal member of the family.
She hunted and chased anything and everything,
just for the sake of protecting her domain.
Nothing entered her territory without permission first.
Protective, loving and carefree,
she lived her life to the fullest.
She was a rare one indeed; as she was able to catch a squirrel,
a feat not easily achieved.
Friendly, proud and beautiful,
she could really bring out the smiles.
She never turned down attention
or an opportunity to curl up by a warm fire.
Scratches behind the ear were pure pleasure for her.
She did get into trouble from time to time,
but who doesn’t?
No matter what, she knew she was loved.
Thirteen wonderful years she lived,
happy and loyal to the end.
She is now at peace.

Rest in Peace Sweet Girl
April 1, 1997 to May 21, 2010

 

 

Those Whacky Squirrels

So TMW and I were sitting on the couch and she was rolling through the blogs and came across this from RNS. After she reaches the end and busts up laughing she tosses the laptop to me and says read.

I had a couple different comments for different things. First was that the whole thing revolved around remaining in “condition yellow“. Second was that when something unforeseen like this happens the first order of business is not to panic; no matter how much it hurts. Third that was the most awesome possible result when he finally got rid of the squirrel. I say the squirrel sailed into the cruiser because of Karma(we were watching My Name Is Earl). My last comment was, “People wonder why I prefer to shoot the bastards with as much distance between me and them, THAT’S WHY!” Not to mention the fact that hitting them when they’re further away is considerably harder.

I must say though, for the rider at least it wasn’t a pack like this. Best way to deal with squirrels like that is to make clouds of pink mist. Maybe it is my philosophy on dealing with squirrels that has kept any from showing up around my house.

I had someone ask if I realized that was a story. The answer is yes, doesn’t mean you can’t glean anything from it. Besides, at Philmont those squirrels were down right freaking evil, wouldn’t surprise me if a squirrel attacked someone. Also I’d probably let that squirrel live, any squirrel that freaked out two cops that much is OK in my book.