Archive for August 18th, 2009

Another stolen election

August 18, 2009
The best turtle ever

The best turtle ever

Last week Kyle the Turtle was in a local newspaper popularity contest called the “Top Dog”.  Yes, it is apparent to me that Kyle is not a canine, but he was still eligible to run.  Don’t ask me to explain – this is the South – some things are so bizarre that they are unexplainable.

Long story short – Kyle lost.  But the contest administrator cut off the contest at 11:13 AM, more than TWELVE hours before the usual deadline.  What could this mean?

I’ll tell you what it means, turtle lovers.  Kyle had crept from behind, from last place, into second place, dogging his opponents until he had 42 votes with the first place dog having 44 votes.  Votes were coming in all over the globe for Kyle, from as far away as London and New Zealand.  (New Zealand, people!  That’s as far away as the moon.)  The turtle was unstoppable, until they stopped the contest.  What were they afraid of? 

We were robbed.

Robbed!

Robbed!

Unstoppable!
We'll be back in 2012!

We'll be back in 2012!

Excitement at the Swamped! Plantation

August 18, 2009
Mr. Packett & Mr. Aureus

Mr. Packett & Mr. Aureus

It’s an exciting, picture-participation evening at the Swamped! Plantation.  In the evenings after work, I go thru the side gate to check on things at the cat station.  Whenever I head for the side gate, Sylvia stops whatever she’s doing and gallops like a horse thru the meadow to join me.  She has a particular stop at the base of a pine tree that she always chooses.  She lies down next to the pine, and has done this so often that she has made a bare spot in the pine needles covering the forest floor next to this specific pine.  Curious.

This evening I took a walk thru the woods, camera in hand.  Some of the feral cats were out and about, but were too quick in hiding for me to take their picture.  As Sylvia and I ventured further out, she found a patch of sunshine in the evening forest. 

Sylvia found a patch of sunshine in the woods

Sylvia found a patch of sunshine in the woods

When we returned from our perimeter patrol thru the woods, the dogs met us, as usual, at the gate.  Packett always gets very excited like a child when we return, like we have been gone forever and have returned with candy.  He plays a game, inviting me to chase.  He drops down into a play pose, waggling his hind end and tail in the air, and then shoots around in circles in the meadow. 
A carousel dog in search of a merry-go-round

A carousel dog in search of a merry-go-round

 Packett is the goofiest dog ever.  He has such a sweet spirit, and he has the simplest of needs.  I picked him up off the street about 4 years ago, an emaciated skeleton weighing 17 pounds.  Today he weighs about 50 pounds, on the same frame as when I got him.

You wanna?

You wanna?

He runs around the meadow, every time as if it were the first, most exciting run of his life.  Usually he does not step on the other animals, and they have learned to get out of his way.  See Wilbur in the background?
Who was that masked dog?

Who was that masked dog?

It was a beautiful evening.  I still wonder if I could get a goat?  Would a goat play with Packett?

The patriarch that started it all

The patriarch that started it all

Mr. Aureus is 10 years old.  He is the coolest, most laid-back dog ever.  I’ve never even heard him growl, although he will moan when he is annoyed.  He’s been a good and faithful friend.