This week, on the evening news, the reporters were talking about the animals which had been evacuated from the Gulf area. A number of vets and shelters in the Chicago area have taken in the pets and are trying to find them temporary homes. Those who adopt these pets have to sign a contract which stipulates that they will return the pet to it’s owner, should the owner come forward. The shelters are taking pictures of the pets and are posting them on the Internet.
This same reporter announced that annually in Chicago 24,000 …..that’s TWENTY FOUR THOUSAND….. pets are euthanized. I’m simply appalled.
Four more weekends and the boat comes out of the water! YEA!!
Of course, then we have the emptying out of the boat, the scraping the hull, the winterizing of the boat……I probably won’t see Dear Husband until Christmas, or so.
Well, the raccoon door has been dismantled. Dear Husband went out one night this week about nine o’clock, and hammered a cover over their entrance. We thought one of the raccoons had been inside when the door was covered. I kept listening, and thought I heard one. The access to the attic in the garage was open, and the lights left on, to lure him out. Finally, DH went up into the attic and tried to see if he could see anyone scuttling around. Nope. He left the ladder in place, just in case one of them was hiding up there. I definitely don’t want a dead raccoon in my attic! This fall, DH will cut down the viburnum which grows at the front of the house. It was the raccoon’s ladder to the roof. It’s a stunningly beautiful plant, but it’s much too large for its location, and too large to transplant. Next up, new shingles