Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Spring Swimming! Yippee!

Mark was snorkeling in the canal the other day with our son Robert and they took Scoot swimming with them. He had a BLAST!!! He hung out underneath the dock checking the coral rock seawall for good stuff to eat. "scritch scratch" YUM. Mark brought Scoot a huge snail which he happily played with then tried to eat. He really didn't want to come back in when swimming time was over. Of course, I am the one who got to carry 30 some odd pounds of wet raccoon back to his cage.....figures.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

whatcha dooooo-in?

Yesterday I decided to REALLY deep clean Scoot's cage. Over the past year or so, all of the dog and kid toys that Scooter has gotten a hold of have been transformed into itty bitty shreds of stuff. Like stuffed animals turn into little piles of stuffing. Rubber balls turn into eeny weenie bits of (usually neon blue) rubber. So, I decided that a good cleanup was in order. I wanted to put down all new pine bark as well. So I go into the cage and a groggy just-woke-up Scooter sticks his head out of his barrel. "What's all that racket??!! Oh! it's you - food lady! What do you have for ME?" "NOTHING?!! NOTHING?! Why I oughta......"
Well, you can just imagine how disapointed he was when he realized I had no treats. The nerve of some people! So he proceeds to shadow my every move. I mean, like REALLY shadow- in my face and underfoot. PITA. Now I am squatting down, leaning over trying to pick out all the bits of shredded stuff from around his cage and under his ramps and shelves. NOT a comfortable position...and then.....Scooter decides that a better vantage point for him would be ON MY BACK. As in - standing on my back - while I am squatting down. Now, I don't know about you, but I truly do not find 30+ lbs. of jiggly raccoon trying to balance on my back a comfortable sensation. Especially while I am squatting down...my muscles begin to complain...gym??!! I don't need no stinkin' gym! I have THE SCOOT!
nuff said. Sore muscles the next day.....

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

little poacher

We have been bringing Scoot inside for the past couple of nights due to the unreasonably cold weather here. He still makes his usual rounds. Tonight however, he hit the jackpot - big time! He had been in for about 10 minutes when he got to checking John's backpack ....and voila! a cereal bar score! Now, I know that is is totally unrealistic to expect to get back anything once Scoot has gotten hold of it, especially something sweet. However, I thought I might stand a chance this time since the cereal bar was still in its wrapper. No such luck. Walking into the dining room, where Scooter was hiding under the table, Hula surprised him and I heard a snarf that sounded very much like a pissed off grizzly bear. I yelled "HULA! Leave him alone!" Hula calmly ignored my protests and proceeded to harass the Scoot, who growled and snarfed throughout. Growlhisssnarfsnort After Scoot ate the cereal bar, he went back to John's backpack and woohoo! a half eaten bag of cheetos. "come to papa"......

SCOOTER! GET OUT OF THAT BACKPACK!!!
and again....

Time to go nite nite.
Brat.