Posted on 08/22/2025 4:21:00 PM PDT by DallasBiff
Aug. 21 (UPI) -- A dog seen wandering for days in Pennsylvania with its head stuck in a large plastic jar has now been freed of the snack container and is being treated by a veterinarian.
Canine Rescue of Central Pennsylvania said on social media that volunteers were able to locate the canine around 3 a.m. Wednesday after she was spotted in a corn field by a Nighthawk Drone Services pilot.
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I know a bad pun, forgive me.
A fox had the same problem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj6quKEn3dw
I picked it up to take it home and bury it in our "barn cat" graveyard. A few miles from home I looked down on the passenger side floor and the cat wasn't there. I looked behind the seat and a kitty version of Cujo, turned the truck cab into a claws out spitting screaming blender of fur, spit, and scratches.
Just enough air was passing thru the tight fitting bag to keep it deeply unconscious. When I removed the bag the hypoxia suffocation began to reverse and i had no idea. I had to stop the truck in the middle of the road with the doors open so it could get out.
I have no “cat cemetery”, so I would have just left it in the ditch. But by chance you did. Maybe kitty-Cujo has someone up there watching out for it.
Poor thing…
And so did a bear (she’s alive fortunately):
I want to make a joke about “Pet Semetary”…
Just about everyone will say “Good book—except for the end”.
When I was in the Navy down at Cecil Field in Jacksonville, Florida, I helped a skunk get its head out of a glass jar.
I was on watch one night and one of my squadron mates (a real redneck from Mississippi) and I had to walk out and do a security check on the flight line. When we walked out, we saw a skunk in a grassy area near a chain link fence walking backwards in a jerky, meandering zig-zag generally backing in our direction.
It was very odd, and I had never seen an animal do that, so I retreated about ten feet in the opposite direction. The guy from Mississippi said in that funny accent of his “Don’t worry-if it’s got its head stuck in a jar, it won’t spray you as long as you don’t startle it or act threatening.”
Now, I had no idea if this was true or not. But he said “Come on, let’s go help it.” and turned to walk over, so...I went with him. He said “Just be calm and relaxed.” which I did, then he said to me “Put your foot on top of the jar so it can pull its head out.”
That seemed kind of crazy to me, but I figured if he was standing next to me he wouldn’t be setting me up) so...I did it, and the skunk popped his head out of the jar and ambled away with that weird waddling motion they have, seeming to pay no attention to us. (In retrospect, I sometimes laughed when I whimsically imagined that was its way of thanking us...by making us feel completely non-threatened as it walked away, which as a human to a skunk, is kind of a considerate thing!)
By the way, when I said, his accent was funny, it wasn’t that it was strange or foreign sounding… It just made me laugh coming out of him. I liked him immensely, me being a Yankee, and all, and he was a real redneck from Mississippi, gangly and thin with a round head and prominent ears. He had a great big grin and always had a big chaw of tobacco in his cheek, or a quantity of snuff under his lower front lip. It made it bulge hilariously outwards!
In the humorous way he would relate his liberty adventures to me, I thought he was the most degenerate person I knew! But he was also the most amiable, good natured person I knew, always untroubled, happy, with that grin, distorted by either snuff or chaw, and that made him very interesting to me. One day, he revealed to me that he was a preacher, and got his license to preach (if there were even such a thing, I don’t know) at sixteen or something like that.
And I looked at this extremely gregarious, happy degenerate, and tried to visualize him as a “preacher”, and it was so impossible, that I thought “It has to be true”.
I have no idea what happened to him. It would be nice to think he had a good life. I liked him a lot, but I went ashore with a different group, so I never really knew if he was telling me the truth about his “adventures” or not. But I will say, the two guys he often went ashore with were pretty wild guys (both from the South) and I had been in the same bar with them ashore and had a chance to see them on liberty once when our paths crossed...their reputation was not undeserved. So if he hung out with those guys, is was not hard to imagine the things he told me were true.
I agree, me too. Animals can get fixed on food, and if they are lost, they can do desperate things and eat stuff that just ain’t right.
Hopefully that cute dog recovers soon.
That photo would make a great meme for the Democrat Party right now.
Another great story, well told, by you! You have a gift!
One involved an owl that had been hit by a truck, and it was still alive but unresponsive. There was a raptor center about five miles away (oddly) so I found a naugahyde zip up bag in the car that was big enough to hold it put the barred owl inside ( a medium to large sized owl) so I zipped it, leaving about two inches unzipped to give it some air.
My wife drove, and I was in the passenger seat with the insensate owl on the floor in front of me between my legs.
Suddenly, the bag starts moving around, and a great, big yellow talon with unimaginably long claws shoots out of the unzipped area we left open for air! I pulled up my legs as best I could, gulping as I watched that disembodied talon swiping around in the air between my legs!!
Fortunately we were close, so we delivered the owl to them. They sent us a card later telling us they released it back into the wild...someone told me they send a card like that to everyone who drops a bird off, whether it is dead or released!
The other time was when I was on a state park in Maryland when I was maybe 13 or 14, and being a stupid kid, I lured a mallard over by sprinkling pebbles in the hope of making it think I was throwing down food. It worked until the bird stopped and eyed me warily, maybe 15 feet away. I wound up and threw the stone figuring it was about to fly away, and unbelievably, the stone hit it. I had no idea was actually going to hit it, I didn't have a great arm or anything...but I did.
As I ran over the dead duck, there was a large red sign right above where the duck lay. It said "Harming wildlife on this reservation is a $10,000 fine and/or 2 years in jail."
I gaped up at the sign, and my first thought was "My dad is going to kill me." I snatched up the duck, shoved it under my jacket, and turned to walk past the entrance guard shack. Just as I drew even with him, the dead duck under my jacket became un-dead, and began to frantically wiggle about! I ran out into the street and let that damn duck out where the guard couldn't see me!
My all time favorite reference to this phenomenon is in the excellent and under appreciated movie "Tommy Boy":
I had read that second story (about the Mallard) by you the other day. I think it was then that I realized you are a storyteller!
The movie “Chiorboys”. Great duck scene. I think the movie inspired “Hillstreet Blues”.
Hahahaha...having a wiggling live wild animal under your jacket burns it into your mind!
I just watched that movie again the other day...”)
Hahahahahahaha...the “Duck Scene”!
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