Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Due to timelines I need to write this before the presidential election is completed…so I will need to find other filler. Let’s see…I was in the basement the other day and I noticed a strange smell. It kind of smelled like a dead mouse…probably comatose on the poison I have set out..but I did not need that smell. After some investigation I did not locate the source but I did find a small pile of straw and other nesting material behind a trash can. I was kind of intrigued as to where all of this bedding material came from, since I could not find any holes or access to the outside. Then I noticed that my dryer vent..which is located overhead, had a small piece of straw sticking out of a tear in the side. I got a step ladder and cut open the tear wide enough to get my hand inside. To my surprise the vent was full of nesting material. It was a surprise, since several months ago I had pulled some material out of the front vent and put a wire screen across it to prevent any further entry. However, I had not allowed for their determination and dedication toward building a nest in my vent. They had gone in about 4 feet inside the vent to build their little home and I pulled out enough material to cover the floor 3 inches deep and 2 foot square. Ambitious little guys! Also explains why my dryer of late has not been very effective in drying my clothes. It has been taking 2-3 cycles to get them dry…and now I understand why. Wonder if I can send them my electric bill? LOL
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent them from making a nest in your hair. Chinese proverb [A wise man.]
HOW THE FIGHT STARTED
The wife chewed out her husband at the company picnic a while back. “Doesn’t it embarrass you that people have seen you go up to the buffet table five times???” “Not a bit,” the husband replied. “I just tell them I’m filling up the plate for you!”
PANIC ATTACK
One evening, a man gave his tipsy secretary a ride home after an office party. His wife was prone to jealousy, so he didn’t mention the incident to her. Later in the evening, he was driving his wife to a restaurant when he noticed a stiletto-heeled shoe half-hidden under the passenger seat. Gripped with terror, he took advantage of a moment when she wasn’t looking to grab the shoe and throw it out of the window. The rest of the journey went well until they arrived at the restaurant. “That’s strange,” said his wife, looking a little agitated. “Have you seen my other shoe?”
That is a wrap, and I have to run. As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember birds of the feather nest together.
JR
