Dogs, cat I don’t know at this point. They’re on a murder spree. I watched Preacher eat an entire baby squirrel I’m sure Mark brought in. Rogue brought in the same opossum, twice. Preacher tried to eat an entire mouse (Ben calls them that so field rat doesn’t hurt my brain so much.) Then this little opossum graced my doorway. Donned my Kevlar gloves, blew into his face a few times to see if he was alive. Yup, the blinky just woke out of his dormant state, now you can see his goblin teeth and deal with that death smell reserved for predators.

Tried to talk him out of it as I carried him across the street to a nice bush to start his new life in. “You made some bad choices, you should have seen the cat, it’s not your fault, you seem resilient, good luck man.”

Also, let me take a minute to talk to you about rescuing local dogs and cats…