|I am not okay with moose!
||[May. 12th, 2009|03:02 am]
I've been worried about Brutus getting into trouble with Alaskan wildlife since we lived here. I let him out to go potty about ten minutes ago and unfortunately there was a moose out back. Brutus started barking his head off, which I am sure is what everyone in the neighborhood was dying to hear at three AM. Then I saw what he was barking at and while I was relieved that it wasn't a bear or wolf I wanted him inside, so then in case the neighborhood didn't know whose fool dog was barking I started calling his name. At first I was trying to be quiet, but then the moose started kicking the fence. I got louder, and made the mistake of stepping outside. Brutus really freaked out and started jumping towards the moose. Unfortunately they were in front of the gate. The moose kicked again and knocked the gate open. Luckily Brutus is stupid and didn't notice. I was throwing stuff at him and the moose trying to distract them from each other. After taking a grapefruit to the butt the moose sauntered off a bit. I would have thrown an orange next but she was eating a clump of dandelions and the milk jug to the head got Brutus's attention. He ran in and I had a flashback to the time he got attacked by an opossum and my mom and I were throwing stuff at them and squirting the opossum to get it away from the Brutus and the yard. (BTW the opossums in Houston are pretty fierce. My sister’s cat was killed by one last week.)
If that moose at my strawberries I’m going to be pissed.