12:32 Am
Another night of strange happenings. Our little dog, Mae woke from a sound sleep and proceeded to root around the bed. As I awoke from a light slumber, my thoughts turned to the harsh reality of possibly having my feet pee’d on. I got up in a preemptive move and put the cute little doggie outside.
She proceeded to go insane with barking and as my head cleared I remembered the “Critter” my son and I saw on out porch earlier in the day. It was a strange beast that we identified as a Beaver. It was not a Possum because I remember when I was young seeing one in our shed nor was it a Raccoon because it did not have the bandit type eyes. It was short and fat and had a tail kind of like a flat teardrop. The tail was hairy but it sure looked like a Beaver. When we looked out the sliding glass doors the creature ran off.
I do know Beavers like to eat trees and we have a lot of those. I realize they are not typically thought of as meat eaters but if I was a Beaver and this little tiny dog was barking in my face, I would bite it.
Of course since my wife was asleep and I had let the dog out, I was responsible. I called and called for Mae to come back but the canine ignored me. I knew I have to go out into the chilly night and fetch the dog. I put on my robe, it has a hood, and the only footwear I had available was my old steel-toed work boots. As I went out side I turned on all the outside spotlights to illuminate the 2 acres of back yard. I chased the dog for 10 minutes or so and decided that this was not going to work. In the back of my mind was the possibility of contact with the "Wisconsin Hairy Tailed Beaver", an animal who’s capabilities and demeanor I am unsure of.
I then spotted a medium size rubber ball sitting in the middle of the yard. I ran to the ball and kicked it towards Mae. Her pistachio size brain saw the ball’s movement and she ran after it. The ball is bigger than the dog so she could not grab it and run farther into the woods and I was able to kick it around the yard and hold her attention. I kicked that damn ball for 15 minutes and tried to grab the dog. She is fast and I thought of Rocky trying to catch the chicken in the Rocky 2 movie. I did have a robe with a hood so there is a similarity. I then got the idea to kick the ball towards the house and try and trap the dog between the wall and me.
This was successful and I scooped up the snarling bundle of joy. I of course then had to get her inside and turn off the spotlights. I hope to God no one saw me running around in my Rocky / Darth Vadar style robe, kicking a ball, wearing combat type boots. As I turned off the last light I scanned the yard looking to and fro, hoping to get another glimpse of those....
“Beavers in the Mist”
