Smiling here; the things our pets put us through, usually when they act like what they ARE by nature, not the furkids we consider them to be!
Bella, sounds like you had FUN with your treasure, but really dear, Momma gives you loads of GOOD stuff. I know, not as smelly and stinky but next time just roll in it OK? Mom can cope with that a whole lot better than worrying about your tummy!
Bless you Pam, I think I'd have had to close my eyes to remove it, would NEVER have been able to get a photo.
Mole, vole, mouse, possum, squirrel, what ever it is / was, Yuck, yuck, YUCK!






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, she dropped her "toy" and ran to the patio to eat.
, I skiddadle down our slope to the lawn to try to rescue the poor critter. All I hear is squealing. I knew it was a mole. Can't find it and my tummy is turning. The sound was horrific. Logan gulped her food (unusual) ran to me and instantly sniffed and found the mole. It was still alive but in bad shape, so I quickly got a piece of cardboard and a stick, threw Logan a treat (it worked) and carried the gasping, little arms pawing mole to the back fence (where the nasty dogs couldn't get it), but it went to mole heaven before I got there.
At least I had decent clothes on!!!



I couldn't risk her deciding it might be a tasty treat after all.
Rip little guy...


Huney, Bon & Simba-missed so very much
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