Feet are food too

It was strange to find one rotting coon foot, with no carcass or other coon bits to be found, but to find another lone foot a half a mile away and several days later - what luck (in Rosie's opinion)! I didn't have the balls to retrieve the first coon foot from between Rosie's molars, especially as I would have had to carry it a good ways until I found a tree or suitable bush. It was much too squishy and horrible feeling for that amount of contact, and I thought it'd be better disposed of by a labrador. Although a lab's digestion is amazing - Lily's stomach stripped the foot of fur and thouroughly mangled it - it none-the-less rejected this particular foot as uneatable and sent it back up, new and improved with a powerful and untique odor. After dealing with the first, I thought I'd rather not see or smell the second foot after Rosie was done with it. I grabbed it by it's protruding tibia, wiggled it out of Rosie's jaws, and hung it in a scrub oak.

My only guess is that this particular raccoon's feet were just too repulsive to be consumed with the rest of the carcass, though god knows how they got so widely distributed across the landscape. Perhaps some bird attempted to carry the feet off, and then caught a whiff and dropped them mid-flight. Point being, this proves that of all scavengers, there is no palate less discriminating than that of a labrador retriever.

A Low blow, but so familiar that I couldn't resist

http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1771895
The Seven Girls You'll Date In College:
1.

The Beginning:
Maybe you were good at sports, maybe you always sucked, but a semester of 4am burritos hasn't helped either way. She'll be cute, blonde, and look better in track shorts than she does make-up. Through careful deception, you'll convince her you can still play intramural soccer sans heart attacks.

The End:
This, of course, is a lie, and you'll both discover that, in the strictest animal-eating/shelf-building sense, she's more of a man than you. You'll have fun, but as soon as you try to keep up with her on the field (and elsewhere), she'll be forever left with an image of you, wheezing, doughy, and begging her to slow down.

I know it's ridiculous

because he's gay and into himself and not particularly amazing.... but i'm totally in love with Nick Pitera when he's singing disney classics to me. He's totally working the happy childhood memory angle, and he just looks so darn sweet, and I know I'm not too demented b/c no girl in my pod could resist him either.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc

Stranger Danger

As we came down the hill towards the creek today a coyote came into view, calmly watching us from a little knoll. Once he satisfied his curiosity, he trotted off towards the west. Joy picked up on the movement and couldn't resist giving chase. He loped away, not particularly concerned until she put on a real turn of speed and started gaining on him. He took off, looking over his shoulder (in disbelief at her amazing athleticism of course), but she kept gaining. Almost to the top of barrel cactus hill, he pulled up and turned. Still as tree stumps, they stood for several seconds eye to eye.

Mr. Coyote (in a dangerous drawl), "Well you got yourself a real fast set of legs there, sweetheart. It'd be a such a shame if they were torn off and eaten by some wild animal."
Joy, "EEEEKKK!!! MOMMY!!!"

Joy's tail dropped and disappeared between her legs, and she was bolting back down the hill, lacking any hint of predatory poise. We were unpleasantly surprised when the coyote followed her, effortlessly proving his superior speed while nipping her backside, ankles, and tail. Joy began shrieking in utter horror, and the coyote, his point made, turned aside and (smugly?) watched her streak back to the safety of the pack.

Hopefully this experience will make more of an impression on Joy than our many discussions on coyotes, their sneakiness, and their willingness to eat even the most beautiful of labrador mixes.

Not So Nudie Ned