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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Friday, July 23, 2021

Critter Visitor

A critter visited my  'hood this morning. I initially drove by, then realized it was NOT one of the neighborhood cats Moggy terrorizes.  

I backed up a couple houses so I could snap this photo. 

The photo did not reassure me--I can't decide if it's  a sliver fox,  or if  Wile E. paid a visit. 

I prefer it be  the smaller grey fox since they usually feed on berries, grubs, and small furry woodland creatures--not family pets--especially since Moggy decided to be an outside cat this morning.  But I have learned what I want, and what is reality, are sometimes mutually exclusive. 

When I last saw Moggy, as I entered my SUV, he was slinking around in hunt mode.  I figured he was after a bird. Or squirrel.  Or even a lizzard or toad.  He was moving stealthily toward, the vacant lot that seperat my privacy fenced back yard my around-the-corner neighbors.   

When I turned the corner and came upon the vacant lot, i grew concerned. Even if I knew where Moggy slunk off to, he doesn't come when called unles shis tummy is rumbly.  

He had just finished off a rather hearty breakfast and was not looking to obey me. 

All the way to work, and throughout the day, I hopped and prayed Moggy kept himself out of the critters reach. 

I say critter because I'm still undecided as to what exactly I saw thus morning. The tail is bushy enough to be a grey fox,  but he is larger than the foxes I've seen around town, and his face looks more canine-ish to me. 

The good news is:   Moggy is safely inside and does not have any evidence of having been in a fight. Today. 

So, what say  ye:   grey fox or coyote? 

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