While I was walking Champ this morning I saw a vixen sitting on a downed tree trunk watching her three pups play. As much as I dread having three more foxes in the neighborhood (my attempts to keep Psycho in at night are not going well), I have to admit that the pups were too damn cute. One second they tumbled together in a ball of fur. The next they chased each other around in a circle. When we got back to the house I grabbed the Nikon and hopped in the truck. Unfortunately the traveling circus had moved on.
As for Psycho, he'll never learn. Twice last week a fox screeched at him in the early hours of the morning. The first time was at 3:45 Monday. The screeching woke Champ, then panic ensued. Champ ran downstairs barking. I ran downstairs and turned on the floodlights. Justine ran downstairs and opened the door from the deck to let Psycho in. Flash forward to 5:30 Wednesday morning and a repeat performance, except that this time Justine slept through the commotion. When I turned the outside lights on and opened the door to let Psycho in I didn't see the fox. As I stood looking out at the back yard it slowly walked from between my house and Ms. Hilda's. It spent a couple of minutes sniffing around the yard before disappearing behind Lisa's fence. This was the first time Champ actually saw the fox and he tried his best to break through the picture window in the living room to get to it. It bothers me a bit that the fox no longer seems spooked by either the lights or Champ's maniacal barking.
One thing Psycho has learned is that I want him to come inside before I head to bed so he disappears until he's sure that I'm asleep.
Psycho's just as bad as a kid.
Posted by: Da Goddess | May 06, 2009 at 11:29 PM