Farewell to Rocky

It's been exciting around here lately. Tom's been busy making pierogies, and there hasn't been much time for me, but I get the sense it's winding down. We haven't taken a decent walk for weeks! This week, however, he threw me a bone. Tom took a quick run up to the Turkey Hill for coffee, and we did a quick 10 minute trip to the soccer field. At least i got to run around a bit. But as they say on Action News, the big story is a visit from a raccoon. One morning when Tom took me out, he noticed a big furry ball behind the bushes on the side of the house. It turned out to be a raccoon. We named him "Rocky." He spent most of the day behind the bushes. When pushed into it, he would move from one end of the house to the other, but he wasn't very aggressive, and not to anxious to go anywhere. The next day, Donna called the local police and an officer came out to investigate. He said he could shoot him or try to push him into our live trap. Tom elected to try the second idea, and with a couple of brooms he was in the trap. Tom noted that he wasn't very mobile. Upon checking the next morning, Tom sadly reported that Rocky had passed away. By Friday, a small memorial service had taken place, including the playing of The Beatles tune, "Rocky Raccoon." Donna also noted that Rocky had passed at the same spot her Golden Retriever, the beloved "Kelsey," had also passed. Perhaps, the laundry room door is a portal for animals to make their way to the Rainbow Bridge. Either way, I sorta miss that bandit-faced rascal. Hope he's okay! Well, I'm tired. Time for a nap. First, I'll bug Tom to take me out, then, hittem' up for a bone. Ruff! Ruff! Stanley