Gretchen the huntress strikes again

Last night, around 2 am, we heard an ungodly racket from the backyard. Rushing out to see what was being killed, we found that Gretchen had cornered an opossum behind one of the plants and was screaming her head off at him. A giant, angry, hissing thing, the 'possum was not pleased. We pried Gretchen away and locked her in her crate, from whence she proceeded to scream for the next half hour. The 'possum, who had a suspiciously fresh bite on his tail, fell over, dead. Well, that's what Fake Daddy thought! After I reminded him about the saying "playing 'possom," he remembered that they play dead when threatened. We took the rest of the dogs back inside and let the poor guy recover from his trauma.

I bet that's the last time he'll visit Wiener Wonderland...

Gretchen is useful in the garden

Not too long ago, Gretchen helped Hank defeat a horrible monster...

Hank caught the evildoer, an enormous moth that produces the tomato worms that eat my tomato plants.

Revolting things, tomato worms can grow to the size of a man's finger -- and they hiss when you remove them from the vine. 


Do you see it?

After Hank caught the moth, Gretchen became very interested.

Yes, the moth was almost the size of her muzzle.

After they were done playing with it, Hank ate it.












And then Gretchen took a nap!