We’ve been calling Jenna Doodle into the porch before we go to bed, because we’re in deep cold: 30-below, at night. She is accustomed to being outside and has an electrical heating pad in her insulated doghouse, but still — 30 below is 30 below.
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Yeah, sorry: A moose comes to visit and all you get are these lousy tracks. |
And so, without the old dog barking her fool head off out there at night, a moose has been tripping right past our back step! We haven’t seen it; only its tracks and scat.
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Who needs a dark doghouse when you can lie in the sun? |
I put a dozen apple cores on the step for the moose before I went to bed last night but they didn’t turn its eye, apparently.
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"Ain't no damn moose gettin' in here while I'm on watch!" Jenna's keeping a sharp eye on the back driveway where the moose comes in. |
I keep looking out the window, too.