D.O.P.-T.

I did get to feed Monty and Grey One last night, but not before the dog escaped through the front door, almost giving me a heart attack; when the housemate came running in response to my screams and dashed out after her, she turned around and came sheepishly back in. Then later, the dog was peacefully snoozing and I opened the front door to find the Mother of All Raccoons with her face stuck in the kibble bowl, a rear end the size of a beach ball sticking out from under the chair, and she didn't move an inch until the housemate started aiming a kick in her direction. She then floomped onto the lawn and sat there looking up at us balefully as I removed the dish again.

( Someone's poor tree died; fungus at its base. )