And the fierce nobility of his brow!
Alas, he doesn’t have a tail, and it bothers him.
Sometimes I look over at him and he’s staring at his nub-butt in a wistful manner. of course it could an offensive odor he’s concerned with
Poor doggy.
what a lovely gentledog bayliss is. he is a good boy.
Thanks for posting the pic of Bayliss. I think you posted some when he first mysteriously appeared at your house, but he’s even more handsome than I remember him. Definitely a Good Boy, and I’m sure he’s very happy there with all those other critters around!
The Daughter “adopted” a baby possum she found in a parking lot. She brought it home, gave it a bath, and did her research. Actual ownership by unlicensed wildlife experts is against the law in California. She talked to the nearby wildlife rescue person, and was told one little baby possum would not result in a SWAT team being dispatched to her address.
Possums are supposed to eat fruit and veggies, and according to the specialist, they have a fondness for dry Purina Cat Chow.
The Daughter named the possum Polly, and immediately she turned into Polly the Persnickety. She wasn’t about to do the Chow-Chow-Chow dance! And she turned up her long skinny nose at any raw vegetable.
Polly wanted fruit, only fruit. Probably on some hippy commune California fruit diet.
After a year or so, Polly was full-grown, decided she was tired of humans, and found a way to get out and get gone.
When I mopped her cage, I found myself singing “Polly Wolly Doodle all day!”
~VOW
Also, as I keep reminding everyone, if using imgur a better picture is obtained by navigating directly to the individual JPG and posting that link, like so … presenting Bayliss:
Thx. I’m not sure what language you’re speaking. I promise I’ll try harder.
You just keep posting pics whatever way you like, Becks, and we’ll manage! Your main job is giving Bayliss big cuddles and scritches, and giving him grilled boneless chicken breast and a pork chop*. And of course, reassuring him about what a Good Boy he is. 
* And the occasional steak. On his birthday and other special occasions, I would serve Bernie two lightly seared bacon-wrapped filet mignons, done rare, followed by Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream for dessert. He seemed to enjoy them. A lot.
I don’t know how to break this to you, my dear, but that’s a photo of a dog, not a possum. With sad eyes because you keep expecting him to act like a possum. He only wants to make you happy but he only knows how to be a dog.
You so funny.
-That is Dillon the Villian.
Mr.Ws new squirrel dog.
He’s a Carolina Cur, The American Dingo(read=mutt)
This dog will never hunt, he’s really skittish. Loud noises bother him.
Plus, I think he was put together wrong.
Bayliss is beautiful and Dillon is … special. (He looks like he’d be good looking when he’s not pretzeling.)
Dang it. I did it again @wolfpup .
Dillion really is cute. Bayliss loves him.
His name is Dillon after Matt Dillon. Not ‘Dillion’
One winter in Ohio I went out to the shed to get something, and noticed that a cardboard box on a shelf had what looked like bits of newspaper sticking out of the lid. I figured mice probably made a nest and lifted the lid to check.
Instead, there was a full-grown possum in there, cozily reclining on his bed of detritus. He bared his teeth at me and I withdrew. Later I was able to live trap him using sardines as bait, and he was relocated to the back of the yard, whence he scuttled away.
I still have video of the initial encounter, which is classic.
I was very busy and away from home yesterday and I missed Clarence.
Mid-daugter was mistress of the houseoh, boy she’d hate I called her that, while I was gone.
She reported Clarence hadn’t been seen.
I interrogated the kids and pets. No one saw him/her.
I got up early this morning and begun the breakfasts for pets and grandwrex boys.
I had the dogs outside and heard a commotion from the barn.
Dillon the Villians kennel is inside the barn. I walked out and looked. Clarence was inside the kennel eating dog food. I let Dillon out and left the door open.
Now you explain that one!!
Clarence obviously can fly. Or, or, can walk through barriers because he’s actually an shapeshifter Alien.
And took the shape of the smartest, top of the food chain, garbage eater.
The human is just in the way. Our days are numbered. I tell you what.no I’m not high on goof-balls
We had a crawfish boil today. About 20 people. All outdoors.
I took up residence on a deck chair and was lazy.
Clarence made a late entrance. There was some screaming and gnashing of teeth til folks understood he’s a family friend.
Talk was of the “how did you catch him”…“how’d you tame him?”, variety.
Son-of-a-wrek waxed endlessly about: " that 'possum ain’t right"
Clarence ate 3 crawdaddies. Curled up and went to sleep underneath my chair. With his teeth bared.
Mr Wrekker said “that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, that 'possum ain’t right!”
A Shaolin 'possum can walk through walls…he can be looked for but cannot be seen.
StG