It's that time of year here in the Cariboo, when the wildlife are fattening themselves up. Therefore there is always a rash of cougar and bear sightings around us. Cougars are generally a bit more rare then our black bear friends, but all the more scary for their stealth.
Here is where I get off topic for a moment on Cougars, feel free to skip this paragraph:
I personally find Cougars and all the large cat species to be a gorgeous creation of nature and just cry every time I hear of one being destroyed.... even the word... *destroyed* .... seems wrong to me... it's like they're hiding the fact that they are KILLING them. Just say it for crying out loud, trying to disguise that we're not is not helping. I know they are dangerous, will kill us and our children and fur babies given the chance. I am not saying that some of the cats may need to be killed due to their aggression towards humans, I just wish more effort was made to relocate them, and/or just observe them from afar to see if they are in fact a danger or are just stalking some deer in the area. The whole thing just makes me sad.
Back to my story.... We (my family and furkids) live in a rural part of town, so we are constantly surrounded by wildlife, one of the reasons I love where we live. We have eagles resting in our trees, deer continually wandering thru to get to the lake, bears, and even a Moose and her calf one rare and wonderful day.
|Our Back Yard|
|They never stick around long enough to be served dinner!|
Now, who knows how I would truly handle the situation, and I hope I never have to discover it for real. My husband shakes his head at me in disbelief but I am pretty sure I would die trying to save my fur-babies...any one of them. I know I am not alone in this intense love and protectiveness I feel for my furry kids, but I do sometimes think I take it a little too far.
Hope I've made you smile today.
Go hug your dog!