tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post1237475498545215443..comments2023-12-19T03:38:23.085-05:00Comments on Note to self:: No, you can't come inTeaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459066358653082806noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-49129779187599616322007-09-09T18:35:00.000-04:002007-09-09T18:35:00.000-04:00I don't know how it managed to get the deer. My da...I don't know how it managed to get the deer. My dad said he thought Pepper (the dog--guess what color it is? My grandparents' other dogs were named Red and Ginger) had originally gone after a faun and the mother intervened, which I can imagine would result in higher risk-taking than normal on both sides. <BR/><BR/>Pepper is a chow, which by nature seem to be extremely aggressive and grumpy with strangers (although very loving and loyal to their owners and well-known friends). When I was little, Red--also a chow-- once thought I was trying to steal his food dish, and so he bit me on the back of the head and chased me around a tree.<BR/><BR/>(Also, hannah corrected me that it must've been a chipmunk or rabbit that her mom's cat had caught after acting lame)<BR/><BR/>Speaking of squirrels, my sister just started at Macalester, and the campus has a population of black squirrels. "They're ninja squirrels!" she said.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-31218541779817144082007-09-05T21:47:00.000-04:002007-09-05T21:47:00.000-04:00I'm really not sure how Hershey manages to nab the...I'm really not sure how Hershey manages to nab these animals. She is pretty fast, though -- perhaps the forces of evolution are slowly creating complacent suburban versions of formerly elusive wildlife.<BR/><BR/>LJ, a DEER?!? Has the dog learned archery? I'm glad Hershey doesn't have any big game to take down here (or maybe all the African game trophies actually belong to the dog).Teaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09459066358653082806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-66032820295091954982007-09-05T19:26:00.000-04:002007-09-05T19:26:00.000-04:00Gross! I am impressed. It has been the life-long d...Gross! I am impressed. It has been the life-long dream of my mom's cat to catch a squirrel. Those things are fast, especially for an old (presumably slowish) dog. <BR/>Good luck on the move and with the parents.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-85420243987622271652007-09-05T13:37:00.001-04:002007-09-05T13:37:00.001-04:00Also, best of luck with the move.Also, best of luck with the move.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-50681800320697671522007-09-05T13:37:00.000-04:002007-09-05T13:37:00.000-04:00Reminds me of Hannah's parents' aging cat. When we...Reminds me of Hannah's parents' aging cat. When we were there in May, someone commented, "It's all just an act: one minute she's limping around like she's ill, the next minute she's catching squirrels."<BR/><BR/>At least Hersey didn't down a FULL GROWN DEER like my grandma's dog did recently. That created a bit of a disposal problem. (Not to mention making me even more scared of that dog than I was before)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-82928720713302160602007-09-04T23:33:00.000-04:002007-09-04T23:33:00.000-04:00I, for one, am impressed. My old dog could never c...I, for one, am impressed. <BR/><BR/>My old dog could never catch anything. It was one of her more adorable faults!<BR/><BR/>The best she ever did was the tail of a squirell. <BR/><BR/><BR/>-AlexAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com