Warning:  this post contains many exclamation marks.

It’s hard to be serious about blogging, ladies and gentlemen, when the sun is shining brightly.  So yes, I am still procrastinating.  This is not my promised “dear-to-my heart” post, but rather my “fear-to-my-heart” post.  When my adrenaline levels peak, I have my werewolves in London moment.  I start writing very bad rhyming poetry.  It’s insane.  Thankfully the urge soon passes.  Anyway, here’s the first line –

On a bright and sunny day, Fynnie dog went out to play.

Suffice to say, I thought I should paint up a board in preparation for my next mosaic project.  This involved accessing my garage, and silly me, I left the dog gate ajar.

And into the dog forsaken lair he came
where mice and sometimes possums roam.

Okay, I’ve got that out of my system now.  Anyway, anyway.  I got a bit distracted with the painting job and forgot about the bloody dog.  I thought he was just having a good snuffle around.  But he was awfully quiet.  At first I took that as a good sign.  You know.  No possum.

I called and called.  Fynnie!  Fynnie sweetie!  Fynnie sweetie, you mongrel dog!  I retrieved roast chicken from inside and opened the container to the breeze.  Still no Fynnie.  Until finally.  Found him!  Gulping something down!!  Eewww!!!

And from the corner of his mouth, a ratty tail pointed south.

Gross!  Much screaming.  Drop it, Fynnie!  Fynnie, leave it, you mongrel dog!  Then.

John, John, John!  I sprinted to my neighbour’s house
with my plastic bag in hand.

Have I told you how much I love my neigbbour, John?  He knows about my rat phobia.  We have an understanding.  The rat, or what was left of it, appeared to have been dead for quite some time.  Thank dog.  Due to the possibility of the rat having succumbed from rat poisoning prior to its last meal, I carted Fynnie off to the vet as a precaution.

Doctor, doctor, give me the news.  What was that in Fynnie’s spew?

Anyway, you can guess.  Better out than in.

finster

Aa-woooh!!!
Tracy

 

 

 

 

 

42 thoughts on “All My Trials – Fynnie Chows Down”

    1. We are all fine, Steph. Fynnie got the spew tablet just in case. He probably would have been just fine, but just wanted to make quite sure as I know some of our neighbours use the poison. My little rat phobia makes it a bigger drama than it should be. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  3. They’re killers. I hope there was no poison in the rat. I came home one evening from school and found my wolf/husky had killed my cat and was waiting beside the house to share it with me. It’s how they are. Scary, though, when the possibility of poison exists…

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Well that was a real welcome home treat for you, Martha. Horrifying, but you have to appreciate the sentiment.

      We had cats when I was a kid. It didn’t turn out well. Our dogs were not the type to integrate. When Fynnie was first rescued, he went to a cat family. That didn’t last long. Hence, he came to us instead. 🙂 And yeah, I would be quite willing to look the other way if not the for the poison issue. In the back of my mind, I’m not 100% sure that Ama’s liver problem is entirely genetic.

      Liked by 1 person

      3. I have no problems with animals being what they are. I like them for it. My friends and I had an “adventure” and went to a town in the mountains for lunch. I met a really nice dog and we conversed in dog. It was one of those labradors who has a lot to say. Her owner says, “I see you’re conversant in dog.” I hadn’t even noticed it. :O Then a kitty tried to seduce me and I didn’t turn her down. Maybe I was a farm girl once.

        Liked by 1 person

  7. Oh, I just love your writing! This is brilliant, so funny, well to the reader not you and Fynnie. Hope there wasn’t any consequence to the afternoon snack, other than, well you know…

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Ugh, I can imagine how you felt seeing that tail sticking out. I hope that one good spew took care of any ill effects.
    Cindy used to like to sneak off behind the garage and out towards the paddocks behind us so whenever she comes to the garage with me I am constantly calling out to her to make sure she’s still there. Age has slowed her down a bit but I still wouldn’t trust her not to do it.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. They are just doing what dogs do. If there wasn’t so much poison about in the environment, I would just let them do what dogs do and pretend I didn’t see. Although the tail image is going to remain with me for a while. 🙂
      Is Cindy a lab?

      Like

  9. That critter with its bushy tail looks like a squirrel. Considered by many hereabouts as an odious vermin almost surpassing the ubiquitous ship’s rat for pestilence. The squirrel gets it bad rap as a pest for its ability to assend to any bird feeder by hanging upside down from a guide wire like a circus artist.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. haha! I love exclamation points and I loved this! One of the outdoor cats I feed brought me a lizard last night. And kept dunking him in the water bowl to know, revive him from the dead. Oh, those little critters.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. I read that over 100 years ago that someone had introduced two species of squirrels to Australia but they did not survive beyond the early 1970s. Thus no amusing antics at the bird feeder.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. This post gave me a smile, Tracy! I had never seen rats around here until my chickens killed one last summer and left if for me in the garden. I knew that some chickens killed mice, but I had no idea they could take down a rat too. I have to say, I’m glad they control the rodents around here.

    Also, I nominated you for a Sunshine Blogger Award as I truly appreciate your blog, and your constant communication. I wanted to send some sunshine and appreciation your way. Please don’t feel like you have to participate – only if you want to. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. My friends with chickens have told me about that chickens are very efficient at cleaning up rodents. Chickens must get very hungry making all that protein. 🙂

      Thank you for the sunshine. I really appreciate it., As I mentioned on your blog, I will post some nature photos soon as a thank you.

      Regards, Tracy.

      Liked by 1 person

  18. Pingback: Fears Before Bedtime (plus Day 6 of the 30 Days 30 Songs Challenge) – Reflections of An Untidy Mind

Comments are now closed.