He has collar(s).
He likes going commando tho’. I guess, cause he always brings them back to me in his mouth.
He also has shirts. He’s not really fond of them.
Dressing up dogs is…absurd.
They are DOGS.
~VOW
A bird?
A plane?
No. It’s Superdog!!
I saw a commercial yesterday with two cartoon dogs wearing pants. One had all 4 legs covered, the other had a more ‘human’ style pants, covering only his back end and ass and they were arguing about who was right.
I have to admit, the one with all four legs had a point…
The four legs pants only came up to the top of his legs, though!
Doggy thigh highs. I wanna see that.
Boots are a big no-no tho’
Cowboy hats on pigeons is just silly.
I’m getting Clarence a hat. His gimpy ear needs coverage.
How do you wear your pants???
This might need its own thread.
We had leftovers tonight. A bonus was DILs Mexican casserole. No one, well except the 2 little boys, touched it. Nasty the first time around.
Sickening on the next serving.
I’m lucky. I have food restrictions. I can fake her out.
Everyone one else ignored the big elephant on the table and hoped she wouldn’t notice.
At KP time I snuck it in the trash.
I hauled it to the burn barrel.
I was indecisive about leaving it for Clarence.
I sat it down for a minute to check if any cans were in the barrel(big no no around here).
I look down and Clarence is head deep in the trash sack.
Yep.
Munching Mexican casserole like it was his last meal. It very well might be, come to think.
He is so bloated he’s sleeping feet up under the last step of the deck.
He liked it. He really liked it!!
Son-of-a-wrek sez: " That 'possum ain’t right" Then “Can I borrow him and take him to my house? Tomorrow is Spaghetti casserole night”
Poor boy. He lives with the casserole Queen.
And no, he can’t have my 'possum.
Order the ginormous jug of Tums from Sam’s Club for Clarence!
~VOW
I was just outdoors. I saw something moving in the treeline.
It was Clarence and he was moving at a fast clip back to the burn barrel.
I’ve never seen him move that fast.
It seems Clarence has the skitters. He darted back and forth for a good 30min.
Poor Clarence.
Montezumas revenge thanks to DIL and Mexican casserole leftovers.
OM freaking god!! I’m watching Gunsmoke. They’re talking about a 'possum as a pet.
If I walk, Clarence walks.
If I sit in a lawn , Clarence goes right underneath the chain and snoozes.
Thank got the smell of rotting flesh has left him. He was offending us all with his BO.
This morning I opened the door and he was on my doormat. I said “Good morning Clarence”
He looked up at me and wiggled his snout at me, In an altogetherr endearing way.
Then I gave him a can of catfood the Siamese turned their noses at. They’s picky eaters.
Dang that post has a bunch of typos.
So sorry.
I am loving “The Adventures of Clarence: That 'Possum Ain’t Right!”
We have missed Clarence today. It’s rainy and I think he’s holed up somewhere.
When we ate lunch I boiled some eggs and I saved one out for him.
He finally showed up on the deck and took his egg right from my hand.
I wanted to dry him off in the worst way.
He’s seemingly doing better. He’s getting fat. His coat looks better.
Son sez, “Jeez, Ma. You ain’t right”
Son ain’t right, you are doing fine. But don’t feed Clarence too much. You need him eating his weight in vicious bugs.
I don’t think Clarence is a hunter. The grandwrex caught grasshoppers and crickets for him.
He ignored them.
The Adventures of Clarence, The Persnickety Possum"
~VOW
Clarence looks so forlorn. He stares at me through the glass doors.
He’s taunting me.
He wants inside.
Poor 'possum.
He’s not taunting you. Look at him carefully. That there is the pure seething passion of what we call that ol’ possum love. You’ve fed him, you’ve led him on, and now you have to live with the fact that Clarence has the hots for you. You should have known it all along: that possum ain’t right.