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A True Story: Four friends, an old Cajun man, a Hanging Tree, some vultures, a rural cemetery, and- a dog!

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Last Saturday, we found this little dog all alone in a rural cemetery halfway between Seguin and Nixon, Texas. He sitting in front of a tombstone as still as a statue. It was pure luck (or serendipity!) that we found him.

So grab some popcorn, and settle in for a true short story about four friends, an old Cajun man, a hanging tree, some vultures, a rural cemetery, and- a dog!

It all started when Lorelei and her friend Kim drove from Waco to Seguin last Saturday since they had tickets to an evening tour of a haunted hotel. Since they were so close by, my friend Cheryl & I drove from San Antonio to meet them for an early dinner at Tavern on the Creek in Seguin. (So delicious!)

Apparently an “old Cajun man” told Lorelei and Kim about a haunted Hanging Tree on a dirt road near the town of Nixon that was a must to visit if you wanted a genuine hair-raising paranormal experience.

So, with a couple of hours to kill (no pun intended) before their evening haunted hotel tour, we decided to drive in search of this Hanging Tree. (Which in itself is a big deal, because I tend to stay far, far, far away from all things haunted, but for whatever reason I was game for the adventure… anyway…)

As we turned down side roads, traveling farther and farther away from town, we saw a couple of vultures! But Lorelei assured us vultures actually have a positive connotation* (see footnote), so we all took deep breaths, shared a few nervous laughs, and continued on.

A few minutes later, I spotted a Texas Historical Marker sign and asked if we could stop at it. (In hindsight, don’t horror movies always start with someone saying, “Hey, let’s stop”?!)

Lo and behold, the marker was in front of a small, very quiet, gated cemetery in the middle of nowhere with large oak trees that I’m sure look spooky at night.

As we read the historical sign, I saw what looked like a stuffed animal in front of a headstone. “Is that a dog?” (Famous last words to an animal rescuer, ha!)

Yes, it indeed was a little dog. All alone.

He was very scared, and didn’t make any movement until we got close to him, then he crawled submissively to us and rolled over on his back.

We whistled in case maybe there were other dogs or puppies (there weren’t). The little dog had a few fleas, but otherwise looked to be in excellent health.

So we loaded up the pup, and – with fingers crossed for luck – went looking for his family. We drove a quarter mile here, a quarter mile there to see if any neighbors recognized this little guy. No luck, so we ditched our search for the Hanging Tree and headed back to town.

Since everyone else had a husband or boyfriend saying, “Cute, but NO!”, the little dog went home with me.

I named him “Spud” and he is a wonderful dog! He’s about a year old, potty-trained, crate-trained, doesn’t bark, doesn’t whine, doesn’t chew things up or scratch on the RV bathroom door. He’s friendly, walks well on a leash, and all around happy (but like a magnet to me).

I took him to Banfield on Sunday morning for a microchip scan, and since there was no chip, he got a collar, dog food, flea treatment and dog bed at PetSmart thanks to a farewell gift card a couple of months ago from my Waco rescue friends, Michelle, Fallon, Julie, Dot, Kim, Danielle and Casey.

On Tuesday, I took Spud to a Vanguard low-cost vaccination clinic for full vaccinations, heartworm test (Negative! Yay!), heartworm prevention and dewormer. I have requested an appointment from the local low-cost spay/neuter clinic for neuter and microchip. Hope to hear back from them soon.

Spud gets along “like peas and carrots” with my rescue dog Sofie Darla, and people keep asking if I’m going to keep Spud. For now, my answer is “I’m keeping him until he gets neutered, then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

I am still checking lost/found pet sites near the area, just in case anyone is looking for him, but I know the odds are low.

On the bright side, this whole experience has spurred a couple of new short story ideas about puppies in the cemetery… paranormal is not my usual genre, but I’m always open to new ideas, especially when there is a happy ending for a little dog.

By the way, I wonder if we were to go back to look for that old Cajun man if he’d still be there. Maybe he was that little dog’s guardian angel. Or maybe the little dog saved us from paranormal ambush at the haunted Hanging Tree… We’ll never know. (Insert Vincent Price evil laugh here!)

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* Vulture Animal Totem: The Vulture is the symbol of death and rebirth, the mother symbol, and represents purification. For those with this totem, you will be noticed more for what you do than how you appear… The Vulture promises us that no matter how difficult things are at the moment, rescue and change are imminent. (~http://linsdomain.com/totems-t-v.htm)

Happy Gotcha Day, Dodger!

04012016_Dodgers3rdGotchaDay_BestThree years ago on April Fool’s Day, Michelle, the president of McLennan Animal Rescue Coalition (MARCPets.org), called me about three tiny kittens who had spent the weekend in the Waco shelter with upper respiratory infection so bad they couldn’t see, smell or eat.

She asked if I could foster them, and I agreed.

We called them “The Baseball Boys” – Ranger, Astro & the little gray and white runt of the litter, Dodger.

These little kittens had been found in sewage, and good gracious did they reek! Yet we couldn’t bathe them because our first priority was to keep their fragile bodies warm. That afternoon, Dodger was so cold and lethargic, and I was afraid we were losing him. I jumped in my vehicle and held Dodger against my chest, with the stench of sewage less than foot from my nose, as I raced to meet my brother Trey & niece Abigail to pick up their spare microwave so I could use MARC’s heating disc.

We thought Dodger might be blind from the infection, but thankfully the medicine saved one of his eyes.

Otherwise, he’s grown into a hearty, healthy cat who is incredibly graceful, can snag a fly with one swipe, and makes the most impressive leaps, in spite of having only two dimensional sight.

He’s also a pretty good traveling kitty in the RV, and pesters me to put on his harness so we can go outside and explore. 

Following “A Feeling” – Saving A Life

Do you ever just *feel* like you’re supposed to be someplace, and even though you initially resist, you go anyway, only to realize there was definitely a reason for your being drawn there?

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Earlier this week, I went in search of a new location to take photos of the full moon rising.

First stop was the Marina, but I didn’t like the view of the horizon. Next, I drove to a pier, but it was too crowded.

Instead, the “feeling” led me down a deserted side road with a great view of the horizon, but after setting up my tripod, I kept hearing rustling coming from down in the gaps of the large red jetty rocks. Upon closer inspection, I spotted a scared, injured trapped seagull.

Fortunately, the renowned wildlife rescue facility on Mustang Island was just up the road, so without hesitation, I ran to get help.

The professionals came quickly, and it was an easy catch for them. They said the injured seagull’s wings were sorely battered, where s/he had probably been trying to get out of there all day. Luckily, they expect the seagull to make a full recovery after some TLC & rest.

There’s no doubt “Intuition” led me to that deserted spot this evening, and there’s one lucky little bird with one heck of a guardian angel.

After all, angels have wings, too.

By the way, here is one of the photos I got of the full moon, complete with a pelican may have witnessed entire rescue scene.

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TREE FROG IN THE RV – AUGHHHHH!

This little “escapee” will soon be returning to home to East Texas after finding his way *inside* my RV this morning!

So how did this little tree frog end up hundreds of miles away at the beach in Port Aransas, Texas?

09252015_TreeFrogBESTIt all started when I was staying in Livingston a few months back. I’d see this little tree frog sticking to the RV windows at night, catching “bug dinners” thanks to the bright interior lights.

A few days before I left Livingston, I kept pulling this tree frog off the RV and sticking him on a nearby tree; however, by the next evening, this sticky bug catcher would be back on my rig!

“You can’t come with me,” I’d say.

He proved me wrong.

About a week after I set up here in Port Aransas, I saw Mr. Tree Frog sticking on the bunkhouse slide out.

“Surely not!” I thought, but alas, it was.

From that point on, my evening ritual included making small water puddles for him (and the local toads) as I watered my outside plants.

Often, I’d see him sticking on the side of my RV slide out, waiting for the water and bounty of bugs that followed.

Twice, he was perched on my utility hookups, as if waiting for the nightly “faux rain shower.” He was not scared of me, and would even allow me to lightly drizzle him with water from the hose.

It was an agreeable set up, but now, less than a week away from moving to a new RV Resort on the beach, I was worried that he’d get left behind or worse – a meal for a hungry seagull.

This morning, I was awakened by commotion in the rig!

The cats were after something and, trying to quickly shake off sleep, I ran to the kitchen to find out what they had found.

It was the little frog, sitting in the middle of a ring of cats.

The little frog was completely unharmed, and most likely untouched. My guess is the kitties tried to touch him, and his stickiness freaked them out.

I quickly scooped him up, dressed, and drove him over to ARK (Animal Rehabilitation Keep). ARK is the place that rescues all those baby sea turtles you see in the news, plus injured seagulls and other wounded marine life.

They took him in, and after identifying his species, informed me that tree frogs are in fact not native to the area.

Luckily, one of the staff members has family in the Houston area, and will soon be transported back to Deep East Texas (they took the information of where he originated). In the meantime, this lucky little frog will be kept safe and sound, with all the fruit flies he can eat!

I know it sounds silly, but I feel like this little tree frog and I had become… well, friends. Sadly, much like with ET (from the movies), it’s time for this visitor to go back *home* – to his own kind, to his own world.

Good luck, little tree frog friend. You’ll always be a special memory from my RV travel days!

Midnight Sand Crab Rescue! (You heard right.)

While taking my dog on her final potty break of the night, we found this little sand crab, so far from home (well, a few blocks, but to a sand crab, it’s a mighty long way).

He (or she) was probably a stowaway on a neighbor’s fishing boat.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed an empty Tidy Cat container and scooped him up (no pun intended).

I was going to return him to the shore in the morning, but couldn’t handle the *scratching noise* coming from the tub (real or perceived, we’ll never know).

So I loaded him up in the truck, and just dropped him off at the jetty. We said our farewells and I think he gave me a wink before his sideways journey onward. (I swear I’m totally sober.)

Lucky sand crab now has his pick of beach sand, jetty rocks or warm salt water.

My heart is happy!

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