Unfornetly just one squirrel now. A worker in the mail room of H's company had rescued a squirrel named Sammie from their dog. After several years of raising him domestically they lost their house and had to move to an apt. We took in Sammie- he was very unhealthy and grossly overweight. He was such a sweetheart but shortly after he came to us us he developed paralysis in his back legs. A wildlife vet told us it was a calcium deficiency that could happen in captivity. We bought meds, calcium tabs and built him a long horizontal cage so he could still scoot around (he still had full mobility in his front legs) he seemed ok and lasted several months that way. We tried to give him the best quality of life we could but he finally passesd.
I don't know you, but I like you because of the way you care for animals. You sound like good people to me
Believe me Alabama is a far cry from East TN. Up here most of us can read and spell most words and we draw the line at marrying our brothers.
JK! I've lived (very temporarily) all over the US and for a very short semester in Germany. I've heard every Southern redneck joke in existence (and concocted a few of my own). If you can't beat us join us! Seriously, ignorance is not limited regionally, stupid lives everywhere.
Believe me Alabama is a far cry from East TN. Up here most of us can read and spell most words and we draw the line at marrying our brothers.
JK! I've lived (very temporarily) all over the US and for a very short semester in Germany. I've heard every Southern redneck joke in existence (and concocted a few of my own). If you can't beat us join us! Seriously, ignorance is not limited regionally, stupid lives everywhere.
I thought Applachia was WV?
Anyway, I thought Lucky Basted was a Boston pronunciation, so what do I know? I still don't know about EB=Lucky Bastard, but whatevs, you like animals so I like you.
Yeah, I'm going to need pics. And the squirrel story. You can't be boring if you have a squirrel.
Long squirrel story short....several years ago before DH and I got married we lived in a townhouse on the outskirts of a city that was rapidly developing. One weekday evening we came home from work to find all the trees in our backyard cut down. The feral cats that hung around ( because I fed them) were feasting on a fallen squirrel nest. Mama squirrel was gone and we only found one baby alive. I thought we might could save him and hopefully get him healthy enough to turn over to a wildlife sanctuary. Eight years later- he is loving his very expensive,very tricked out 9ft cage (in our guest room)! We named him EB (short for lucky basted).
OMG Now I have to know where you live, or at least where you grew up. My H teases me all the time for using "might could"!