Sir Roscoe, His Royal Naughtiness
Prompted by the “peach pit incident”, my sister Aileen has knighted Roscoe with his new moniker. A most deserving name! Last Thursday, Roscoe grabbed a peach out of my hand and ran off with it, hiding under the table. Before I knew it the peach was eaten and the pit was gone. Damn, he swallowed it. The Vet Hospital Emergency Room was his next destination. The Resident on duty was very good looking, but that’s another story. Roscoe was given medication to make him vomit, and the peach pit came out whole. An X-ray confirmed no damage to his esophagus. Hundreds of dollars later we were on our way home, tired but all better.
The other day, driving between the North and South poles, Fort Collins and Loveland, I witnessed a most unusual spectacle. In a pond about midway, I saw a bunch of ducks swimming and, as if on cue, they all turned upside down and stuck their butts in the air. I can just hear the coach duck saying: “Now ladies all together now, “Flip and hold.” Synchronized swimming for anas platyrynchos, the Mallard duck. I would not have been shocked if they had been wearing swim caps with flowers on them. Team name: “The Duck Butts”
One of my favorite animal happenings is one Roger and I witnessed about 10 years ago. On the mountain side we saw a deer herd with a large black deer. Black deer? Binocular time! The animal was a large black billy goat. The goat and deer calmly munched side by side. The ranger told us that the goat had been with the deer herd for several years. Affirmative action?
Did I tell you about a chihuahua named “Poptart”? 4 months old and 2 pounds. His Mom and Dad drove 12 hours to get him surgery. His gruff Papa kissed him and said he loved him…