Blue sky

There is nothing like sleeping on the living room floor with a fretful dog to start off your Wednesday right. We had more thunderstorms late evening/early morning and I thought I would see if this would be a better option for the scaredy-dog. It was.

Paddy and I rose and grabbed Scruffy-boy for a walk in the cool that followed the storm.

Only a few more traveling earthworms shared the sidewalks and streets with us - until we reached the park.

We could see it from the corner...a pale-colored something was walking around near the streetlight just inside the park. It was bigger and brighter than a squirrel. It was about the size of a skunk, but mostly a light color. It was the wrong shape for a cat or fox (although I hoped it was a member of the fox den we used to see).

"A 'possum" was the thought that kept repeating in my head...and it was. Paddy barely noticed. She is more interested in sniffing out smells. But Scruffy is a hunter. He alerted on the creature and did not "give him up" until he finally disappeared into the woods.

We saw no other walkers, no one getting out for a newspaper, no one waited for the bus, no one biked to work and no runners appeared - until we were about to turn the corner at the house. DH was two blocks away, cooling down from his run.