I'm sure you will find it hard to believe that this little guy
has been up to some mischief. I know, right? Such a stellar specimen of manners and good breeding. Who would have thought that I would wake up around 11:00 Saturday and find THIS
in my driveway? At first I thought it must have been the banana peel that Hick has a way of leaving in the oddest places, and never the wastebasket. I didn't have my glasses on, you know, and by the time I noticed it, right there where the gravel meets the concrete slab behind the garage, I was sitting up high in T-Hoe. It wasn't until I got home that I figured out what it was.
That necessitated a walk out the car door of the garage, for a better look. My fleabag companions were waiting for me on the side porch, just on the other side of the people door of the garage. This change of routine threw them for a loop. They ran around to find me, and immediately started their play-fight shenanigans like it was time for the evening walk. I tried to get a picture of them, since they kept getting in the way of my true subject, but this it the best one.
My new hand-me-down phone camera seems to have tried to save itself, like if I had pointed it directly at the sun during an eclipse. I had to make Jack pose yesterday to get that first shot. And IT took nine tries. You can't catch lightning in a bottle.
Anyhoo...I had used some hearts of romaine to make a post-Thanksgiving 7-Layer Salad. Because they're delicious. I had Hick throw the heartiest of the hearts off the back porch deck. Wildlife eat that stuff up!
Apparently, Jack also likes salad. Or he doesn't. He likes it enough to carry the heartiest hearts around front, he likes salad enough to chew it, but he doesn't like salad enough to actually eat it. Or else he's watching his weight, and I'll find him hanging around on the front porch with a cigarette, a Tic Tac, and a Diet Coke.