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Sep. 7th, 2007
I had been on-line for a bit, knowing that only CONSTANT VIGILANCE! would keep Gemma from leaving the yard... maybe. I haven't used the tethers on anybody since one night when I tethered Dog so I could get in and out of the door without fighting through him and Sirius being all testosteroney at each other, and I came out to find he had somehow wound both tethers around his feet so tightly they were starting to cut off circulation. It took me at least 10 minutes to get him untangled, and I felt awful.
So. I throw on my bathrobe, start yelling for her from the porch, but no Gemma yet - just Girl, in the nest she made in the corner of the fence under the flame vine (nice shady spot, good choice!) barking like crazy. Huh. Well, Gemma's not far, so I clamber off the porch to go see what Girl's fussing about. Look over the fence - no cats. Look left, look right - no cats. Look under the flame vine, she's looking at the ground on the other side of the fence and wait, what's that little squeaky noise?
There's so many semi-feral cats, I thought somebody's kitten had crawled off out of the nest, so as one of the neighbourhood kids walks Gemma back (BRAT DOG) I pad around the fence, into the neighbour's yard, and get opposite to Girl's nest.
There, on the ground, is a teenytiny brand new black puppy... in the full heat of the sun, ACK! My suspicion was confirmed. That was a NEST nest, not just a cool spot, but I still have no idea when she managed to pull all this off. I brought the baby back to her (poor Girl, going nuts) and immediately decided she was going to get the kitchen for the next couple months. I'm going to make her a bed in the pantry, see if she'll like that, and... well, vamp everything else.
[wishes she had the nerve to neuter male dogs the way they apparently do rams]
So. I throw on my bathrobe, start yelling for her from the porch, but no Gemma yet - just Girl, in the nest she made in the corner of the fence under the flame vine (nice shady spot, good choice!) barking like crazy. Huh. Well, Gemma's not far, so I clamber off the porch to go see what Girl's fussing about. Look over the fence - no cats. Look left, look right - no cats. Look under the flame vine, she's looking at the ground on the other side of the fence and wait, what's that little squeaky noise?
There's so many semi-feral cats, I thought somebody's kitten had crawled off out of the nest, so as one of the neighbourhood kids walks Gemma back (BRAT DOG) I pad around the fence, into the neighbour's yard, and get opposite to Girl's nest.
There, on the ground, is a teenytiny brand new black puppy... in the full heat of the sun, ACK! My suspicion was confirmed. That was a NEST nest, not just a cool spot, but I still have no idea when she managed to pull all this off. I brought the baby back to her (poor Girl, going nuts) and immediately decided she was going to get the kitchen for the next couple months. I'm going to make her a bed in the pantry, see if she'll like that, and... well, vamp everything else.
[wishes she had the nerve to neuter male dogs the way they apparently do rams]
