We are watching Tony's dad's dog this weekend. Her name is Mattie and she's a senior miniature Australian shepherd. She's a little naughty after dark, when she gets into any garbage or food she can find, but otherwise she's a pretty quiet girl. Her age is catching up to her and she sometimes struggles with the two steps up to the door, and I suspect she is pretty much deaf as well. She kicks her feet out as she walks, an indicator that her vision may be failing her too. She certainly doesn't like Moose and she growls at him if he wanders into her vacinity, even if it's unintentional. We get to watch Mattie this weekend and then again next weekend.
This morning we still had five kits in Penelope's nest box, but I could tell the tiny one was struggling. This evening the littlest one had passed and there are now four babies in the nest box, including one more particularly small kit. It looks like one of the kits is harlequin marked. The others are yet to be easily identified.
I didn't have a lot of time to go treasure hunting but in the three holes I dug I found the goodies below. One nail, a thing you'd use to secure a pipe to a wall, a flat square with a round hole in the center, and a small railroad tie thing.
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