The Perils of Poppy

Yes, two posts in one day; don't panic!

That's because I decided to 'divide and conquer' the topics and photos piling up in my mental and laptop files. Although I could have worked Poppy into the previous post since she has a flower name.... 😉

Poppy leads a busy life. She plays, she hunts, she sleeps, she goes to agility class . . . and I even get photos of some of it!

She loves our bed – with or without company:

She's a good little traveler, and sometimes is rewarded with FUN! On Sunday Rick had to go to the coast on a vet emergency, so Poppy and I rode along. The client had a large mixed breed puppy, and they had a great time playing together (even thought they look like they're fighting 🤣):

Then we went to the beach for a walk:

She wants to get a seagull SO.BAD.

Yesterday while outside, she must have tangled with a bee or wasp, because she came back to the front door looking like Rocky Balboa:

She's almost back to normal now. I suspect she revisited something she killed; the yellowjackets go crazy for flesh this time of year. If I find something right away, I pitch it on top of the woodshed so the vultures (and wasps, I suppose) can clean it up from there. I did that last weekend with three of Poppy's catches. At first I thought she was playing another gopher – until I saw a long, hairless tail. Ugh; a RAT! After I got a closer look at it and the two smaller carcasses I thought were mice, I did some online research. Who knew there were so many species!?! What Poppy killed appeared to be an adult and two young Dusky-Footed Woodrats, which  now makes me kind of sad because these aren't your nasty city rats. Oh well; terriers will be terriers.

That's it for now from . . .