tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post6455380043402972852..comments2012-06-15T14:07:59.314-04:00Comments on Logan - The DandeLion King: When the Girl's Away...skylarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817337555824824466noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-55853847824202490792010-04-22T22:32:46.999-04:002010-04-22T22:32:46.999-04:00I like the term mousey and that you tried to save ...I like the term mousey and that you tried to save the mouse. (I think you did too) If you did not intervene you would be cleaning up mousey bits soon after. Ick. Well done Duncan.The Mindful Merchanthttp://mindfulmerchant.canoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-46869473593432280172010-04-20T11:07:16.292-04:002010-04-20T11:07:16.292-04:00There is nothing more funner for a kitty-cat than ...There is nothing more funner for a kitty-cat than stalking and killing some living critter. Anyway, I thought Duncan's woman was trying to encourage him to keep the mouseys out of her house??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-19702827586136964042010-04-19T15:16:51.371-04:002010-04-19T15:16:51.371-04:00Well XUP, my consultant wasn't here to advise ...Well XUP, my consultant wasn't here to advise but I figured Duncan could have just as much fun with his toys. I was representing the interests of Mousey and just so you know, I said "Mousey" with a gob of gum in my mouth while standing still on an escalator thinking about how I was going to push the automatic door opener on the door at the entrance of the mall while letting my big ass quiver expectantly waiting for that door to open.... oops sorry, what were you saying?skylarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01817337555824824466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-36752472906734728202010-04-19T14:30:00.444-04:002010-04-19T14:30:00.444-04:00Poor Duncan. The mouse was already a goner, you mi...Poor Duncan. The mouse was already a goner, you might as well have let Duncan have his fun. (PS: Those little rodents are called "mice" or "mouse" in the singular - not "mousey"... unless you're 5.)XUPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00803850571730855508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-24425556461077683282010-04-18T08:13:03.250-04:002010-04-18T08:13:03.250-04:00Salted L: That's a great image of your Logan c...Salted L: That's a great image of your Logan chasing squirrels in a forest of perfectly aligned rows of trees. You almost need a cartoon soundtrack playing in the background. Chasing rabbits and squirrels probably had something to do with him living to a ripe old age of 18. My city dog Logan just turned 11 and his age is starting to show.<br /><br />Anon: That Duncan is a big ol' sweet puddin' head.<br /><br />Woodsy: Thanks, you're my favourite wood nymph. Let's the two of us blog more often okay?skylarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01817337555824824466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-107102863912711042010-04-18T00:27:56.446-04:002010-04-18T00:27:56.446-04:00It always makes me so happy to read you...It always makes me so happy to read you...Woodsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10049720740475199591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-67596590550537315192010-04-18T00:17:17.085-04:002010-04-18T00:17:17.085-04:00So sweet!So sweet!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-23326722534085219752010-04-17T23:05:05.182-04:002010-04-17T23:05:05.182-04:00From 1982 until 2000 we had a mixed collie named L...From 1982 until 2000 we had a mixed collie named Logan, he loved playing with little creatures like that. For about a year we lived out in the deep wilderness, near a village called Dalkeith, and we had a human-planted forest next to us, so the rows were perfectly formed. From the ground Logan would chase the squirrels as they jumped from tree to tree.<br /><br />Early one night he wouldn't come when we called him, so we thought he was off chasing squirrels. But mom saw him from the kitchen window, and he was throwing something in the air, then pouncing on it as it fell.<br /><br />What we ended up finding was a very confused pug nosed rabbit, about the size of a tennis ball. From what we could tell he was physically fine. Mentally...<br /><br />Our cat, Darwin, used to do the same thing with frogs that Logan did with the rabbit. But Darwin always ended up eating half, and leaving half near the front door.<br /><br />I think your mouse was fine, they're tough little beasties.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-22101675776707027312010-04-17T15:07:42.764-04:002010-04-17T15:07:42.764-04:00He wasn't there this morning. I like to think ...He wasn't there this morning. I like to think he lived to tell of his great adventure.skylarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01817337555824824466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970670.post-35131529847072087692010-04-17T14:58:00.206-04:002010-04-17T14:58:00.206-04:00Aw! Did the poor mousey live?Aw! Did the poor mousey live?Bethany Oakesnoreply@blogger.com