Mysteriously... the DEAD smell was gone from the porch area when I left for town on Saturday. So odd! Did that corpse just decay overnight? Did something else come eat it? Did Pupsie eat it? She eats everything else, even things not meant to be eaten, like plastic bottles and wastebaskets and ceramic/resin porch ornaments.
I refuse to believe that the odor of decay was really a propane gas leak that Farmer H fixed by tightening the valve on the tank. Have you ever seen a propane tank? It's a round handle on top, like for turning on the outside water spigot. How is a DOG going to grab onto that handle and turn it just a bit? Without turning over the tank and getting spooked?
How is Pupsie supposed to get her snout into that area, get a grip with her teeth, and just partially turn that valve to open it only enough to let out a smell? I asked Farmer H if he meant the HOSE part, because I could imagine Pupsie trying to chew it, and making a hole. But no. Farmer H said it was the handle part. I don't accept that scenario. But at least the smell is gone. Somehow.
I'm pretty sure Farmer H didn't go under the porch and scoop out a carcass and shovel it down the sinkhole. Too many steps, including driving it in the Gator up to the end of the driveway. Too much work for no reward. Even if the reward would be proving ME wrong!
Meanwhile...
Little Jack was quite happy that I lingered on the porch before town, to take a picture. Can't keep that tail from wagging! Not a flattering angle, but at least it's slimming. I love that little dog!
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