Friday, March 1, 2013

Tail of two kitties - an animal story

The Truth About Franklin


 There are things dogs will make you look at: morning.



Franklin the Dog settled into the Duck and got more comfortable. That's when he started attacking cats. It wasn't the Disney version; more like Wild Kingdom. Jim pulled the wild dog off his prey, and I stayed in the Jeep narrating.



Franklin has mad walking skillz



We got him away from them, and then we were distressed and sad. What do we do now? We can't re-abandon a dog in the desert. We can't keep him inside at all, which means we can't keep him at all. That was a very tearful night.

Very, very early the very next morning, Annie walked Franklin on a lonely, deserted road and met Emma. Emma is 14, had missed her bus, and was walking several miles to school. Franklin recognized her! Then he got sheepish; he had been made.

"Is this your dog? He looks just like Whitey!" Emma spilled Whitey's entire story. He has an owner nearby, but he casts a wide net in search of companionship and kibble. At least two people (that we know of) feed him when he shows up. Why was he so thin when he got here? I don't know.

He fears a leash because he only wears one when he's being loaded into the car (he hates that).



 He still hangs out here, outside the cat pen (the motorhome). Now that he's been outed, he's a different dog. Happy, carefree, relieved that he can live openly as himself. He won't go with us when we leave, and we'll be sad all over again. There's bitter with the sweet.

Annie meeting Emma on that particular morning was a very happy coincidence. We know we could give Franklin "Whitey" Jackson a posher life, but I'm not sure it would be happier. He is never perkier than when he's chasing a wild cow for sport, and we just could never provide that kind of rodeo.



The Desert Isn't Deserted









Traffic here is very quiet, and must happen at night. Maybe these are hyper-obvious geocaching clues.

Other Dogs Make Us Feel Better

Polly when she's not Wheeling It

 

Polly and Nina came to comfort us. Franklin was hanging out at one of his other houses.

Stumpy and Cyndi
These guys were hanging out at their house by the casino. We sat in the sun, and I was warm for the first time in two weeks.

Cyndi told me that, while you're staying for free in the parking lot, you can use the casino pool and spa. WHAT. Could I drive the Tracker over there, park in the lot, and do the same thing? Could I ride my bike? Could I just be passing by?

Windows to the soul

Stumpy and Cyndi just got back from the Rubbertramp Rendezvous, and had great things to say about it.



Al Gore. Gore Vidal. Leslie Gore. Stop me if you've heard these.
When I was little I thought only boy cows had horns. I'm pretty sure someone told me that. Maybe the same person who produced Barnyard.



















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29 comments:

Cyndi and Stumpy said...

Sooooooooooooo nice to meet you, R! Again, I missed meeting you, Annie. But I know how happy Roxanne was to NOT go dump. You're excused.

You gotta get amembers clubcard to use the pool and spa.

Allison said...

That is one scary looking damn cow! I haven't seen anything like that in our rambles across the desert, and happy I am about that.

Maria Brown said...

I'm glad you found out Franklin's true story, and I'm assuming that none of the cats were injured in the making of this blog entry?

We are being used in a very similar way by Buddy the cat - I'm sure of it. We don't care that he's using us, apparently, because now he has his own bag of cat food in our cupboard :-)

We are heading up to the fairgrounds tomorrow for the annual RV show - time to start planning the when and what and how much of our little camper...

Hey, watch out for the people leaving those backpacks in the dessert - I saw a piece on TV about the increasing numbers of drug smugglers trekking in from Mexico through across the Arizona border. Some ranchers had set up motion-sensitive cameras, and a lot of those smugglers are heavily armed... stay safe out there boondockers!

Donna K said...

Stumpy sure looks like a sweet dog. Too bad Franklin was such a conniver. Glad you found out about him before he ate the cats.

JO said...

I keep loosing my comment! :~O.
Sorry about Franklin, but that boy has game! I don't know why he was so skinny. Maybe all his hits went on vacation.

Those horns sure don't look very friendly. Don't bend down in front of her she may take it wrong.

Kris said...

ha, I think you forgot Gore-tex.....
kris

The Odd Essay said...

Glad Franklin got busted before you took off with him. You all would have been miserable.

Gaelyn said...

I'm really glad Franklin found this real home. Sad for you too, but....

Karen and Al said...

Man what a bad situation for you all...and the poor kitties. I'm so glad Franklin did have a home. Try to start weaning your hearts from him before you leave.

AlliKitty said...

Uh-oh, attacking cats -- that would be a deal-breaker at my house too. But at least it sounds as if Franklin's situation isn't as dire as it seemed at first. Plus, he got a nice little Duck vacation out of it, and you got to be dog owners for a few days :-)

Sherry said...

Well this has been a roller coaster ride. I'm up because of you guys and Franklin. I'm down because of Franklin and the cats. What an ingrate. Now what?? Of course - a miracle. Franklin the con artist's real owner shows up. Happy ending. Your inn is actually full already. I really enjoy other people's dogs at this point. Too many national park trails to hike just now. Console yourself - sleep in!

Judy and Emma said...

This tale is too gory for me!

Page said...

I hope the kitties are not too traumatized by Franklin's aggression. And glad Franklin has been returned to his world. Normal, such as it is, is sometimes a good thing.

Jim and Sandie said...

Thank goodness there was no blood along with the gore.

Anonymous said...

Except for the sniffling that is bound to ensue when you leave the area, it sounds like the best of a turned-not-so-good situation. It is curious what happened that the visiting "mooch" -- and I'm saying that in the kindest way -- was so skinny when he showed up at your place. Thank goodness for that very early walk! Now you just need to wait the days/weeks/months for the kitties to forgive you...

Renee

Teresa Evangeline said...

This post is gore may food for thought...

The Good Luck Duck said...

Oh Teresa. I'm a sucker for a good pun. I said a GOOD one. :D Love it.

Renee, I do feel the same way, even though our hearts had already adopted Franklin. One of our cats hasn't forgiven me her entire 16 years, so I'm used to that.

Ha Sandie! Truth.

Page, it's true. There's something to be said for the life we know.

Haha Judy. Glad I didn't show you what came next...

Sherry, we really ARE at capacity. We were willing to squeeze in for a dog in duress, but... Please talk to your cousin; she is browsing dog shelters now.

Yeah, Alli, this aggression will not stand, man. Meeting Emma and learning "Franklin's" story was a real life-saver. Plus the dog snurffles.

Karen, good advice. I sort of think ONE of us will not heed it, but it's still useful.

Me, too, Gaelyn.

It would have been a nightmare, Sharon! Ack! I'm glad, too.

HA Kris! Good one! Gore Tex. It will be her stage name.

Jo, doesn't he?? And a game face. As for horns, we tooted ours and got the heck down the road.

Stumpy is very sweet, Donna. And look at her eyes! We made friends over a pocket full of treats, and she even jumped on my lap for a few seconds. Franklin, on the other hand, saw the cats as a pocket full of treats. Not cool.

Allison, she was certainly unique in our experience. I wonder about her breed. Too bad there's no such thing as Google.

It was great to meet you, Cyndi! Our paths will cross again, and hopefully Annie won't leave me to fill tanks on my own that day. Member's club card - does that mean I have to gamble away a certain amount of money? I'm intrigued - I'll look into it. Are you in another state now?

Maria, Buddy knows you don't mind being used. The tasty treats give you away.

Thanks for being worried about us. I don't take any undue risks - only due risks. Drug-smuggling is for-real. But, the media (and Jan Brewer) conflate undocumented immigrants and drug smugglers, making the situation seem unnecessarily dire. Wagonloads of Mexicans cross the borders looking for jobs, it's true. And walk 60 miles to Tucson (unless they die in the desert). I haven't seen any full backpacks or harnesses or any other signs of drug activity, but I'm not saying they don't exist. I just see the evidence of desperation and determination.

So, we'll be careful!

6-bleen-7 said...

Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom gives me flashbacks to Sunday dinner when I was a kit. (Also, 60 Minutes.)

Al seems to have a spiny cactus fragment embedded in her nose. Considering that, she seems to be pretty mellow.

The Good Luck Duck said...

Same here, Bleen. Wonderful World of Disney was in there, too.

I've seen this prickly situation before. They get in there and eat the fruits, then reap the bitter fruit of poke.

TexCyn said...

Yes, in udder words, female cattle can have horns too. Franklin seems to have some hidden ones, that naughty boy!

The Good Luck Duck said...

OH boy. When I used to shoot strings of puns at my father, he would theatrically take the hit like Bonnie and Clyde dying in slo-mo. He would have pretended to hate all this.

Yes, Franklin has some devil in him.

Tesaje said...

Too funny. Franklin the dog con artist, not Franklin, the cat attacker. I read that a surprisingly high percentage of cats are bigamists and have more than one family but hadn't heard about a dog cheater.

Not all dogs are mean to cats. All the ones I've had are nice to cats or play with them - never hurt them.

The Good Luck Duck said...

Such a scammer dude. I didn't know dogs were cheaters, either.

Nina taught us about establishing cat/dog hierarchy IF another dog should ever grace our home. It didn't even occur to us.

Nancy said...

So sad about Mr. Franklin He was so sly. Too bad you didn't have my Kitty Carlisle in your house. Last time a dog visited she (Kitty) had the canine cornered in a back room within a couple of hours.
Franklin will happier now and so will your kitties.

The Good Luck Duck said...

KITTY CARLISLE!!! That's wonderful. Yes, we needed her badly.

Desert Diva said...

I suppose "All's well that ends well," and the mystery of Franklin is now solved. It seems like it all worked out for the best for everyone involved...

The Good Luck Duck said...

I think so, Cheryl, what with the biting and the chasing and the I-VAN!

Contessa said...

Franklin comes and goes, here and there and he is much happier or he wouldn't do it. Don't be sad.

Motivational Short Stories in Fable said...

It seems too hot there.

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