I was petting Jack a few days ago, upon return from my town trip. We were at the side porch. Pupsie was being aloof, as usual, after trying to go past me into the garage people door. I think she still remembers how Scarlett disappeared there.
Anyhoo... Jack had backed up between the metal chair where I set grocery bags, and the rail for the steps. In his wriggling with pleasure, he bumped his every-expanding rumpus into a ceramic/resin dog statue that Farmer H likes to collect and display around the porch/grounds. I think this one is an Irish Setter, sitting. The fake dog toppled over. Jack was startled, and skittered towards me. No harm done.
Jack is supplementing his dog food and daily treat diet with BABY MOLES! I have seen Jack and Pupsie numerous times in the front yard/field, digging and sticking their snoots into the soil. In fact, Pupsie always has dried dirt around her muzzle. I'm not complaining. We don't want a mole infestation like our neighbor down the gravel road. Better to have a few holes dug by our doggies than a series of collapsing tunnels used by moles. Fewer moles means fewer tunnels.
Anyhoo... the next day I saw that Farmer H had righted the fake dog. I can't wait to hear him blame Pupsie! I do not plan to squeal on Jack.
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I wouldn't want a mole infestation either. Bad enough I have a zillion ants! But aww, poor baby moles. As Ned Kelly famously said "such is life".
River,
There will be a million more baby moles to take their place. As for ants, I saw a GIANT BLACK ANT on my kitchen counter on Tuesday evening! We never have those ants. Our ants come in under the kitchen door once a year, little reddish brown ants, marching in a line to the sink. Usually during wet weather in the summer/fall.
My mom used to get these GIANT BLACK ANTS through her kitchen window. I can only guess that this one at my Mansion hitched a ride on the bag of bananas I had bought that day. I smashed him right quick, and haven't seen another.
I never have ants inside, they seem to have plenty outside for eating purposes, lucky for me.
River,
I think they come in during their active season, when all their outside "treats" get washed away! My mom's big ants always came at the same time, though not associated with rain. And only once or twice a year. She used Terro Ant Killer. It's a thick liquid she put on a scrap of cardboard. The ants ate it up like candy, and carried it back along their trail to kill others! In two days, they were gone. Until next time...
My tiny doxie, Emmy would disappear into a mole hole, then back out with the creature in her mouth. She didn't eat it, but she played with it, like a cat with a mouse. Her husband-dog, Oscar would eat it after she tired of playing with it. No more kisses with me! I like to kiss the forehead of my pets, lest I think about the things they put in their mouths.
Kathy,
What a good pair they were! Like Jack Sprat and wife!
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