Posted on 02/13/2019 8:55:05 AM PST by ETL
No wonder where the old Loony Tune cartoon artists got their ideas. From real life animal antics.
——To her surprise, an estimated 10-foot-long alligator was on the other side, and it appeared to be frustrated ——
Door-to-door sales is a tough business these days…
pfl
LOLOL! Who doesn’t love cat videos?
Keep it as a pet and train it to guard the place. As crazy as that sounds, I know of someone who did that, keeping a gator on a long chain and feeding it with raw chicken scraps when he came home from work in the evening or when anyone visited. The gator soon associated the sound of cars or visitors with getting fed. Soon, there were no more casual visitors or intruders to his isolated home on the edge of a swamp.
“DAMN WOMAN!! THAT WONT NO GIRL SCOUT SELLIN COOKIES!! THAT WAS THE LOCH NESS MONSTAH!! YOU DIDNT GIVE HIM NO MONEY DIDJA??!!!?”
‘i give him tree fiddy....’
“Damn....”
Land shark!
“poor a little bleach on its snout. It will go away very quickly.”
Be sure you’re wearing your MAGA hat when you do so.
LOLs!! Did you have to quarantine him and all that when you brought him (her) in?
She really was a Chein Marron (offspring of a Haitian street dog that a friend was feeding). We saw them at a few weeks old and our firstborn said "Daddy, I want one" (which she vehemently denies to this day...). So she was with us for about two of our years there in Haiti. As we are planning to leave Haiti we obtain a ream of paperwork to prove she has all the recommended shots, etc.
I make a preliminary trip to the east coast to get some of our stuff there early and have an interview or two. Friends have agreed to keep her for us until we arrive back in the US permanently.
I fly into JFK myself along with something like 8 suitcases full of our stuff AND an oversized dog carrier with a somewhat sedated dog inside.
While waiting for the luggage and the dog carrier I strike up a conversation with an Immigration Agent who was just wandering the area, asking him where the dog carrier would come out...since it was not likely going to be on the carousel with the chute slide. He asks about the type of dog and I tell him and note that I also have this ream of paperwork with me.
Finally, about midnight, the dog carrier appears and I load it all up like an overloaded Tap-Tap (Haitian minitrucks that transported people and way too much cargo), heading to the check-out line.
Low and behold, it's the same agent who I was talking with earlier. I start fumbling for the paperwork (after showing my passport, etc) and he says, "oh this is the dog you were telling me about...you're good to go. Good Night!" I was too tired and focused on not dumping any of the cargo that I was navigating out of the area to fully realize what had just happened.
Our priceless purebred Haitian streetdog went on to live a glorious 14 more years of life in America.
Oh man, you nearly triggered my PTSD. Years ago I watched Jaws and twice I had flashes of those teeth waiting for me: once one night if I opened my back door and once if I had put my fingers near the garbage disposal. Irrational? Absolutely. Momentarily traumatic? Absolutely.
What an amazing story! Cannot even imagine how exhausted you must have been. What a stroke of luck — or blessing!
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