A bottle of cougar urine

I was cleaning out my office and guess what I found…

Yes it really is cougar pee. Back when I was having trouble with beavers invading my property I had big hopes for this stuff. I planned on spreading it around the ditch where they build their dam in order to scare them away.

But then I read the warning label: “May attract other Cougars”.

Wisely I decided to not use it. The question is what do I do with it now?

Perhaps an even more interesting question is how exactly do they collect the stuff? This in not synthetic. It’s the real thing. So, they buy a sample cup from a medical supply house then walk up to the cougar and say ‘please give me a sample’?

Whomever does this job I hope they’re paying him enough.

cat and dogThis has nothing to do with leukemia. If you’re a long-time reader you know that many of my posts are just about my thoughts on life.

Well, this ones about cats and dogs. Specifically why I think dogs are the best.

There’s an old joke that goes like this: a dog looks at his owner and says, “he feeds me, shelters me, and loves me… he must be God.” A cat looks at his owner and says “he feeds me, shelters me, and loves me… I must be God.”

When you come home your dog acts like you’ve been gone a week. His ears perk up and he wags his tail so fast you think it might fall off. It’s like your daily arrival home is the major event in his life: “Master, master, you’re home! I’ve missed you so much. Where have you been? I love you, I love you, I love you. Oh, I hope you’ll pat my head and feed me now. You’re the best!”

You come home to your cat and it’s like, “So where the hell have you been? If you think I’m jumping out of this chair and coming over there you’re sadly mistaken. I couldn’t care less that you’ve finally managed to drag your fat ass home. Okay, I guess I’ll rub up against your leg but I only put on this act to get you to feed me. Feed my now or I’ll scratch you. Humans are so stupid and boring.”

And just try calling your cat. You say, “Here kitty kitty,” the cat says, “Let’s see, I can probably fit you in on Thursday, but today you’re out’a luck.”

Call your dog and he comes running. You whistle and call, “here boy, here boy” and he bounds over. “Oh my god, he’s calling me! My master actually wants to talk to me. Oh, I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful owner. Pant, pant, pant… I’m coming! I love you, I love you, I love you!

Now admit it. You know this is all true.

I bet the first word that comes to your mind when I say ‘dog’ is “Loyal”.

The first word for cat? … “Snob”.

Sorry cat owners, but from my perspective dogs really are man’s best friend. Cats? Well you don’t really own them… they own you.

Remember the Big Climb I attempted last March? Well, I made it! Here’s some pics:

Tee Shirt from Big Climb for leukemia

Logo on my tee shirt

Headed for the startling line

Headed for the startling line

posters on wall in stairwell

Posters of friends and loved ones were on the walls between floors

Lots of rests stops, but still going!

Lots of rests stops, but still going!

Floor 64 for and STILL more to go!

Floor 64 for and STILL more to go!

Made it to the top!

Made it to the top!

My son Guy was very patient when I had to stop and rest every 10 floors or so. But here we are at the top triumphant!

My son Guy was very patient when I had to stop and rest every 10 floors or so. But here we are at the top triumphant!

View from the top... That's the Space Needle way down there in the background.

View from the top… That’s the Space Needle way down there in the background.

Ta-dahh!

Ta-dahh!

Columbia Tower in Seattle

The Columbia Tower… Whew!

BeaverSometimes things just present themselves.

My grandson, Joshua, needed something for show and tell at his school. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to show. Truth be told, he really didn’t want to show anything at all.

I tried to help him think about things he likes to do but nothing was coming to mind. Then we went outside to check out a beaver dam in my ditch.

EndChewedSuddenly we had our answer; a small branch the beaver had chewed off and stripped the bark. We cleaned it up and then went on line and printed out info on beavers.

Afi (Grandpa) saved the day!. The Show & Tell problem was solved. Well, actually I’m afraid I took away Josh’s excuse for not doing the show and tell.
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Sorry, Josh.