Bathroom Sinks

If Only....

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If I could have any kind of bathroom sink,

 I'd have a vintage looking one with chrome legs or 

that silver sink I showed you last week. 

But I have to work with what I've got. 

I'm working on that project now.

I'll show very soon...but I know I'll still want a sink with chrome legs.

Newman is up to his terrible antics again.

I came in last night, late...about 1am and let the dogs out. 

All of a sudden they started barking terrible, crazy barks.

The kind that means something is not right.

Harvey came running in the house looking for me, found me and ran back towards the backdoor.

That scared me.

He had come to get his Momma.

By the time I got to the back door,

 Sally and Harvey were both inside running in circles and not planning on going back out. 

They were freaked out. Which scared me even more.

Violet was running the back fence and doing her high screamy bark. 

The one she only uses when she is frightened.

I could hear Newman barking and growling and he was no where in sight. 

I quickly realized he was in the far back corner of the yard behind the garage.

He is not suppose to go back there and that area is rabbit fenced off...but he got through somehow.

He was barking and growling and fussing at the back fence. I could hear another animal hissing.

Of course Newman would not come.

So I had to go in.

I got to Newman, afraid of what I was going to find.

This is what he was fighting...

It looked just like this but it was dark and even scarier. 

Those possums are quite mean when threatened.

He was backed into a corner and was hissing and hissing.

I scooped up Newman and back to the house we went. I was frightened to look at him for fear there would be blood all over him.

Back in the house and only one small scratch on his lip. 

I'm not sure if the possum did it or he did it to himself biting at the wire fencing.

I washed his mouth real good.

He did not like that.

We then went to bed and he refused to sleep in the bed and instead went back to sleeping under it. 

All night he was growling and whining like he was reliving that possum fight.

Very unsettling.

Today, I reinforced the fence. 

Because first thing this morning, Newman made a beeline toward it, 

hoping to find the possum there again. 

I am not going through that again....So I put up another layer of fencing. 

That should hold him for awhile.

Bad, Newman, very, very bad Newman. 

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