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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Well at least Pupsie is good for something! Doxies are supposed to be good mousers. Oscar and Emmy were. Eddie may be charming and gorgeous, but helpful is not among his qualities. Good thing I love him so much. He is obedient, though. He spied the black mama cat and her two lovely kittens in the Carport Cat Cafe and wanted so badly to play with them. They scooted under the RV, and he started to follow. I imagined his handsome face all scratched up and said, "Eddie, NO." He turned to look at me and simply backed off. I don't think that would have stopped Mr. BoJangles!
I'm glad the smell is gone and probably some wild animal came in and ate it.
Kathy,
Your Eddie is so well-behaved! Even if you sometimes have to carry him when he decides he's walked enough!
Jack loves to kill baby moles! He gets his whole head into the hole, wiggling with excitement, after using his strong digging claws to get that tunnel open. I attribute that to his Dachshund half, though his loyalty seems double thanks to his heeler half.
I didn't think of it being a dead mole in that place, but it's possible. Jack uses that area as a shortcut from the fake fish pond, where he swims, and getting to the sidewalk via the underporch, rather than going around the garage.
River,
Yes. I wonder if possums will eat dead things. We probably have other nightly critters who can smell a delectable carcass. Hopefully not a black bear, which has been seen before around our enclave, about a half mile away. It's been a year or two since that.
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