Dogs have a thing for peanut butter.

Lucy with her Lucy-sized peanut butter bong

Zeke and his Zeke-sized peanut butter bong

We make them work for it. It’s messy work, but they seem to like it. It’s pretty much the only work they do, except for barking at foxes.

Of course dogs like a lot of things. Like chicken, fish, hamburger, bacon, steak, steak fat, baked potatoes, french fries, bread, apples, not oranges, not to mention treats made specifically for dogs. And they like ice cream. A lot. And it turns out that they like marshmallows a lot, too. We found that out when Leah bought a bag of giant marshmallows — each one is a meal! The dogs gather around with an expectant, imploring look, which is usually enough for me to pull a little bit of mallow out of my mouth and give it to them.

But cats and marshmallows? Never.

Smokey tries a marshmallow

Well, OK, maybe one little taste. With Zeke watching and hoping that he doesn’t like it.

Actually, he didn’t like it all that much. More for me and the dogs!

… and still not using its left leg.

Last weekend we saw a fox in the back yard. Since our fox started limping, we had become used to having her run at the sight of one of us, or the sound of Zeke barking. But this one sat down and watched me. I went back in and got a camera.

Our fox, acting like old times

I took a few shots, and then the fox laid down and rested for a while.

The fox at rest

It seemed content to watch me as long as I watched it. I eventually went back inside, and eventually the fox left. Later we saw a fox eating from the catfood dish in the driveway. I opened the door, and it looked up warily. It was acting more cautious, like we have become used to. So I pretty much convinced myself that the fox in the back was a different one, probably the mate. But when I opened the picture to edit it tonight, I realized that the fox in the back yard was not putting its weight on its left foot. If you look back at the first image, you can see that the left foot is folded under, and the left leg is being held at an awkward angle. So this is the injured fox, after all.

The good news is that she’s still with us. The first post about the injured fox was in late April, so she has held on for more than a month using only three legs.

Zeke escaped off the deck Saturday night and chased the fox around. He came back to the driveway after a while, but took off again barking. A few minutes later I heard the fox barking in the distance. I think the fox is still able to make a fool of Zeke, even with only three legs.

For the last several summers we had so many hummingbirds at our feeder that we had to refill it at least once a day. There were so many it was impossible to count them without taking a picture. Here’s one from a few years ago when we had two feeders out.

An even dozen?

I think there are 12 but I’m not sure. I am sure that there are at least 11. I numbered them but it’s hard to see. The questionable twelfth is at the center (labeled 12?). I think I see a tail sticking out from behind No. 11. We used to have the feeders suspended from a post on the deck railing. We had to put the rocks that you can see in the foreground on the deck railing to discourage cats from poaching birds.

Here’s a couple of closer shots.

Two hummers

A single hummer

At first this year it looked like we would have a lot of hummers again. And then they seemed to disappear. We put out a full feeder and it went down so slowly we had to dump about half of the sugar water after two weeks. We seem to get one or two at a time now. Where have they all gone? We don’t know.

For those of you with a good hummer population who are plagued with yellowjackets hogging the feeder, we found a solution. This is what our feeder looked like a few years ago towards the end of the summer. There was no way the hummers could feed.

Yellowjackets hogging the feeder

We read online about yellowjacket traps with bait suspended over water, but it turned out that a simple bowl of water with a drop or two of detergent attracted them.

Drowned yellowjackets

These are all suicides. I assume they were attracted to the odor of the detergent, and when they lit at the edge they fell in. The detergent “wets” them and they sink beneath the surface of the water, where they drown. We had to dump the bowls at least once a day for a while before the yellowjacket population was reduced sufficiently that the hummingbirds could feed.

Update: I don’t know where the hummers went, but, wherever it was, they came back. We are just now seeing a fair number, and the feeder level is dropping nearly as quickly as in the good old days.

The dogs discovered a new, small, puzzling friend on our walk Sunday.

Lucy is not sure

I walked right past the turtle and didn’t notice it until Zeke fell behind enough to pull on the leash. He investigated a little but lost interest. Lucy was afraid of it.

Nothing to be afraid of here

The turtle wasn’t particularly interested either. He stayed like this the whole time.

We walked on, and then it occurred to me that the only place this turtle could go is across the road. It was on the uphill side of the road, and there was a steep bank about 10 feet high and way too steep to climb. I didn’t know where it was going, but I thought it was too dangerous to let it cross the road by itself. So I put it on the downhill side, and hoped that was where it wanted to be.

Our house has an elevated walk constructed like a deck that leads to the front door. It’s about 20 feet long and nice and wide. It’s a great place for the dogs to lie in the sun and bark at foxes. But Zeke is a wanderer, he roams around, around, around, and he’s happy as a clown. So we got a really nice, decorative, steel gate to curb his enthusiasm. It was not cheap. Zeke was happy for a while. Although apparently not as happy as a clown, so he figured out that he could climb over the fence and he’s the type of dog that likes to wander around.

Last Tuesday at around 8 pm he climbed the fence and disappeared. A neighbor told us she saw him running that-a-way, but we had to go to the phamarcy for glaucoma eyedrops for Zoe (the son of Satan), so we couldn’t look for him. After we got Zoe’s eyedrops (I certainly hope he looks better after using them; they’re expensive.) I saw Zeke lying at his ease in the neighbor’s yard. I got a leash and went after him. He took off. I called and told him “No!” in what I thought was a convincing tone of voice. He looked at me over his shoulder and continued on his way. I followed. hobbling along kind of like Chester on Gunsmoke, but by the time I got around the curve of the road, there was no sign of Zeke.

Around 10:30 he eventually dragged his sorry *** back into the yard. And then we noticed that the side of his face and his upper right shoulder were covered with blood. Oh, great, I thought, he’s killed the fox. Our good neighbor Allie called and asked about him because she saw the blood and was worried. I got about five gallons of warm water (Not the hose with cold well water. I’m a good dog owner, aren’t I?) and started washing blood off. No sign of injury, so that was good. And then he shook his head, and blood started dripping onto the driveway. There was a lot of blood. It almost soaked a big handful of paper towels, and then another. I finally found the wound. If you looked carefully with a flashlight, you could just see a slight abrasion along the edge of his ear. I wouldn’t have believed it could bleed so much.

So we applied an adhesive bandage.

Zeke recovering with bandage, not chastened, with peanut butter bong

Zeke is a good dog in most ways …