Snakes

 

Night before last, Honey went out the back door and saw a copperhead coiled just a foot or so from our back door.

Of course, by the time I got out there, the serpent was long gone.

Last night, we let the dogs out for their usual potty break before bed-time.  Dusty came running back into the house, and instead of going into her box, she headed into the living room.  I called her back and put her to bed.

This morning, her face and neck are swollen; her collar was so tight it’s a wonder she didn’t suffocate overnight.

Typically, Tinker and Dusty hunt snakes, but this is the second time in a row that one has been bitten by surprise.  (pooped pup)

In a few minutes, I’ll be taking the weed-eater to the liriope.

It may not help, but it can’t hurt.