Weekend adventure.

Hi, Mort here and I wanted to tell you about the adventure we had this weekend. It was something, sorta sad and sorta good.

Well, here goes...... I had been at the farm. Wonderful place filled with rabbits, possumes, racoons, deer and skunks skunks (though I don't chase skunks as much anymore). I love it so much, that I never want to leave. Mom comes, but I just look at her from the weeds.


She only has two paws on the ground and can't catch a thing. But today, she slipped behind me in the house and before I could scurry out the door, she had me by my necklace. Really, I didn't even think about her comming up from behind!

Anyway, she goes and hauls me off to the car and in I go. Rats! I wanted to chase more things, but we were off and headed home. She even brought Nick the Kid with her. Obnoxious, annoying little youngster, always wanting to romp in the yard when the real work is in the woods. That us, in the pics below, we get to play for hours. NO LEASH! YEA! FREEDOM!

Dang kid wouldn't know a rabbit scent from a squirrel scent if it run up and bit him on his short black nose. My nose is long and exsquisit to say the least, but back to the story. Mom takes us the the state park, way up in the woods, back up a trail is a road that travels for 10 miles. All gravelly dirt, but a car can go there. Believe you me it is nice in the winter to stretch your legs there. Mom won't let us go to the farm during "Deer Season". I am not sure what that is, but it must be terrible bad, because we aren't allowed out. Anyway she takes us there to stretch our legs. She sits in the car and we follow her up the trail running as fast as we can. I love it.

On the way back I spotted something roadside. I thought how strange and wasn't entirely sure my nose wasn't lying, but just sitting there were two lost and lonely puppies! What a trip! I ran right up and ask them how they got there, where was their mother, their Mom? They didn't know what a Mom was, but said their mother left them here to go fetch sisters.

I got all excited and jumped around. My tail in the air and my front paws and chest in a bowing posistion (that is how I tell other dogs I want to play), but Nick the Kid was acting goofy.
Now, I have to tell you right here and now, Nick the Kid don't belong to Mom. She just takes him out for exercise. He lives away from us.
Well, Mom got fed up real quick and put Nick in car, then I jumped in and she scooped up the two pups and put them in. Off we went. I tried to tell Mom there were more on the way, but she wouldn't listen. I was a little worried the others would be left behind.


It was ok, before we got up the road two turns here comes mother and sisters. Mom about freaked when she saw mother. Mother was all skin and bones, sickly looking toting one pup in her mouth and one pup tagging along behind. My Mom jumps out of the car and scoops another pup, but Nick the Kid was acting such a fool that mom couldn't get mother and the last pup. We had to head home. I about cried really loud cause of it.

I shouldn't have worried so, because mom went straight to Nick the Kid's house and got his friend E. I had to stay at Nick the Kid's house with him, that is another story in itself. Dang fool kid. Mom and E. went back to the woods and rescued mother and pup. Now all four puppies and mother were safe in Mom's garage where everyone had all the food and water they wanted.

The next morning Mom took the puppies to the vet because they had no fur on their tails. Looked like little rats, they did. The vet said, "Ringworm." Mom got the dippin medicine for them. But next morning she took them to the "No Kill" shelter in Piketon, Ohio. She took them for their word that no one would be murdered. She had to leave them there. She said, we four abandoned dogs were all she could take care of.

This is Casey - above. I don't know how he stays so fat. He lives on a farm and can run, play and romp when ever. Mostly he sleeps ontop grandpa's car. Makes grandpa crazy. Makes Casey happy.

Thank God for Mom. She took us all in when no one wanted us. Me - I was in a prison at London, Ohio, Casey (his real Dad died from cancer), Little Annie - left on the side of the road, and Nick the Kid - left under a van when he was 6 weeks old. Casey and Little Annie stay at the farm all the time. Mom says it is because they don't go to far. Mom says I go to far. I don't know what she means.

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If I had all the people money in the world, I would help abandoned mothers and puppies everywhere.

Below are some pics of us doing, well, stuff.

Geesh Louise, I need a nap!

Mort, the big brown dog plays hide and seek.

Mort, the big brown dog, and his mom go for a walk along Adena Road. Here is the entrance.

Mort, the big brown dog, yells back, "Come on mom, lets hurry!"

Mort thinks this is a very nice day for a walk. The shinning sun makes Mort happy.

"Look, mom." Mort says, "There is a man walking away from us, can I chase him? Chasing the man would be fun, indeed."


Mort's mom says no. No to the chasing.

"Look, mom." Mort says, "There is a mommy and her baby in a stroller, can I chase them? Chasing the mommy and baby down the path would be fun, indeed." Mort's mom says no again. No to the chasing. No, no, no.

"Look, mom." Mort says, "There is a man on the roof of that house, can I bark really loud at him? Barking at the man would be fun, indeed." Mort's mom says no again. No to the chasing and no to the barking. No, no, no.

"O, look at the bird bath." Mort's mom thought. "I would like to have that bird bath in my yard. It is a very old and weather worn birdbath. I should steal that birdbath."

But she didn't.

Mort is thirsty, but the creek is dry today. No water for Mort. Mort wants to go home now.

The birdhouse is nice, but Mort wants to go home. Mort is thristy.

Mort sees a pretty white weed along the way. The pretty white weed reminds Mort of milk. Mort wants milk. Milk is better then water. Mort is thirsty for milk.

Mort stops and stares.
He laughs and shake his big brown head at the strange looking seed pod he sees. The seed pod reminds Mort he is thirsty. Mort wants milk!

"Let's take the shortcut." Mort said. He pulls his mom towards the shortcut.

But that didn't happen.

When Mort got home, his mother gave him a big bowl of milk out in the back yard. There were a bunch of black birds on the wires above and they watched Mort lap up his milk. Tasty.


"Can I go to the farm?" Mort ask? "I swear, I'll be a good dog."

Mort's mom took Mort to the farm to let him run. He will not come back to his mom, no matter how many times she says his name. Mort is going to stay at the farm with his grandpa.

Nick the Kid sees Mort in the weeds. Nick the Kid would rather go with Mort's mom.
Mort is spending the night at grandpa's.

Mort's, the big brown dog, wants milk.

Mom took Mort for a walk today. He wanted milk to drink before the walk, but mom said to wait and see.

On the walk, Mort sees a deer and thinks outloud, " It looks delicious, can I have the deer mom?" Mort looks up at his mom with a beg.

"Yes." Mort says to his mom, as he licks his lips. "The deer would taste very good. "













Mort, the big brown dog, then notices baby deer in the graveyard nearby.
With a begging look towards his mom, not taking his eys off the little spotted fawns, he wants to know if it will be ok to eat the little ones instead.
Mort thinks they would fit in his belly better.
















The fawns heard what Mort said and were scared Mort might really eat them. They call loudly for their mother to come and rescue them.

The mommy deer stamped her foot in anger and frustration.

"No one is going to eat my babies." she stomped into the ground with her hooves.

"What a very bad dog you are, indeed." she says.

The mommy deer promptly decides to take her babies and leave.

She said, Mort was a wicked brown dog for wanting to eat her babies. Mort thought otherwise. Mort's mommy wasn't so sure.











Mort, was saying, he wanted to drink milk. Mort seen the deer and thought they would be good to eat.

Mort's mother and the fawn's mother thought Mort should not eat babies, even if they would fit in his belly.

Mort settled for Puppy Paws ice cream and "owning" a bush. He did not eat the delicious deer. The deer were very thankful.

Mom takes Mort for a walk.

Mort, the big brown dog, was adopted from a prison training program in London, Ohio

Hi, I'm Mort's Mom

Mort's mom here. Took Mort for a walk today along the creek. Happy go lucky puppy.

Isn't he just so cute!