EASIEST CATCH EVER!

 

Monday morning I get a call at 9:30, my postal girl, frantic and I have to come over to 176, the chow is standing in the road! I jump in the car and by time I got one road over, he/she was up at the lumberyard, which I didn't even know existed.  I met Ed, the owner of this small sawmill and he showed me around and led me to where the chow has been hiding for over a month.

 

     What a great little business!  Ed gave me a lot of info, talked to me for over an hour.  He moved here decades ago from Upstate NY. His great uncle hand made the elaborate mahogany staircases for the houses of the owners of Jackson and Perkins (who I thought were from CA) but no they were from NY.  He has the old wood planes with his uncle's name on them.  A lot of neat history, but let's talk chows!!

   Although the more I looked around and saw the live edge wood pieces, my mind began to go to my farmhouse table that needs a new tabletop and asked Ed if he would make one for me.  

   There she was (calling it a she because of her size) behind the tractor and a lot of junk.  I planned to come back with rotisserie chicken and make friends.

     I did come back with the hot chicken and she took a hike across the road, which has been scaring my mail girl because people go 80 miles an hour down this road.  She goes across the street to a lady named Dixie who was feeding her on the porch. I talked to Dixie, told her I was going to place a trap and not to feed her anymore.  Animal Control was having their attitude as usual, so I contacted a professional friend in trapping, Michelle and we were going to meet for her to give me a trap, but day before Animal Control actually dropped off a trap at Ed's request. They loaded it with cat food and she would not go in all day.  I came at 3:30 that afternoon with the rotisserie chicken, here she comes down the road, nose in the air.  Two minutes later we hear a snap, she's in the trap!! LOL All we could do is laugh at how easy that was. Animal Control came out and took her to the shelter.

                 She's a little black beauty with copper eyes, about 35-40 pounds, tiny for a chow.  I am naming her Empress Velvet.

                     She freaked at first when the trap shut, but calmed down fairly quickly. She was not happy though.  I went to the shelter to visit her today. She was growling at the staff, so they are letting her decompress, but I brought her that chicken and hand fed her, she was a good girl, I got to pet her lips.  I will go each day until I can take her for a walk.  I had known about her for over a month hoping someone would lure her with food and call animal control, but that never happened. As usual, I had to step up and get the job done.  Can't say I was happy about that, but at least she is safe now. Just a matter of time that one of those cars or something else would get her. Everyone in the area thought she was a bear cub.