My dogs shared their crate and kibble with the cutest beady eyed, twitchy nosed marsupial.
We had an extraordinary visitor the other evening. I had been noticing a young possum hanging around the house for a few days but when I discovered him lying on the porch with Carly standing over him, I thought the poor little thing was dead. I went to get something to wrap him in and when I came back with towel in hand, he was up on all fours looking around with little beady eyes and pointy nose twitching. It turned out he was perfectly fine and had only been "playing possum." Carly must have been fascinated with him and decided to bring him to me. I was proud of her for not hurting him. Katy and Cassie were standing around like, "What is he, Mom? What are we going to do with him?"
He, apparently, was too young to know that it's not wise to let strange dogs approach so I kept him in a dog crate. During the night I heard him crunching away on dog kibble I gave him. Next day I drove him out to a local wildlife rehabber. Carly keeps checking out the crate he was in. I think she liked him and wanted to keep him.
