We’ve had some mixed winter weather recently; snow, some freezing rain, that sort of thing. One night about 8 o’clock, I looked out the back door. About an inch of snow sat on the ground. I noticed a rabbit had wandered through the backyard. I followed the fresh tracks with my eyes and it went from the corner of the house and then down into the woods. I then saw something that kind of disturbed me. A few sets of shoe prints in the snow. The didn’t seem to come from anywhere. They were just in the middle of the snow. They had been there a bit. The edges had worn soft and smooth. The rabbit tracks were much clearer.
I began to worry about how they had gotten there. Had somebody walked behind the house in the middle of the night and just stood there? Where had the person come from? There were no tracks coming around the corner of the house. They just seemed to appear back there.
I put on my shoes and walked out to see if I could figure out where this person had come from. Had they walked up from the woods? No, I did not find any evidence of that. Perhaps they had come around the corner. I put one of my feet in the imprints to see if the person was bigger than me. My foot fit perfectly. I put my other foot in a corresponding left footprint.
I then realized these were my footprints from the other night when I had walked out to look at the snow. I had come out on the concrete balcony so there wasn’t any “start” to them. I am smart people.
I was taking Bud the Dog ( pictured above) for a walk. I was happy. He was happy. He often doesn’t have the energy for a walk these days. He caught the scent of something and starting sniffing around deep into someone’s yard. I let him sniff to his heart’s content. He finally found what he was after, and grabbed it in his mouth.
He trotted over to me with his prize. He dropped it at my feet with a smile. I looked down in horror. It was a bit of skunks pelt. I could see the black and white fur clinging to bits of skin.
With a loud “eww”, I kicked it away. I think it was the remains of the neighborhood coyote’s dinner.
Not sure if I mentioned it on here but I bought myself a giant tv as a Christmas present. It’s in the picture above. It’s a 65 incher. It had been sitting on my floor for weeks. The old piece of furniture that had my tv in it had sides and doors on it so at most you could put a 40 inch tv in it.
I had been planning on putting my new giant tv on the table and moving the heavy old tv furniture next to it in front of the fireplace. I had to wait because Jobu’s food and water dishes were on the tile in front of the fireplace. I had hoped to be waiting for a long time. Sadly that wasn’t the case.
With Jobu’s no longer needed food dishes cleaned and moved, I decided to setup the tv. The old tv stand was way heavier than I thought it would be. I could barely get it to move. That’s when I noticed that it looks like I could take the top section off. I had an idea. I measured the tv stand base. It was almost exactly the width of the feet on the tv.
After about 2 hours of work I had the top off the tv stand. I’ve kept all the parts and I am sure it can go back together. I muscled the tv onto the stand and noticed something unfortunate. The front of the feet on the tv angle outwards. They weren’t on the stand so it wobbled. I was certain that the tv would fall down.
So I moved the stand over and put the tv on the table like I originally planned.
Jobu made it to 2020. It hasn’t been that weird with him gone. I think it’s because we moved six months ago. I don’t associate many places in this house with Jobu. I expect his fuzzy head to come sticking up from the stairs when I come in the front door. I expect him to be following me into the kitchen to beg for food, and I expect him to be a little sleeping ball in his bed.
The sweet thing was that the worse he felt the more he wanted to snuggle with me. He spent the entirety of his last night laying against me.
On Friday I had to put Jobu to Sleep. He went quickly at the end. He was my companion for 15 years. We grew old together. I have lots of pleasant memories to think about. When I would leave and he was all curled up in his bed, I would yell, “Bye Bye Jobu. Be a good Jobu.” He was a good Jobu.
I have a lot more to say about Jobu but I don’t feel like saying it now.