Hey my friends.
Sorry it’s been a while since I posted. Have had some technical difficulties. Namely PC sucks, Apple sucks, so I was left learning to tap out a blog on an Android tablet. Not fun, especially since paws aren’t as fluid as fingers and digital keyboards are very unforgiving. My accent didn’t lend itself very well to the speech-to-text feature, either.
Have you heard the story of Rocky Racoon?
No, I don’t mean The Beatles version. I mean a real Rocky, with a real family, here in my town.
Well, I used to invite Rocky to come for the Thursday Texas Hold ‘Em games I held in my roommates’ living room. But being a racoon , he was always a little stand-offish. I attributed it to the fact that not a lot of other creatures want to spend an afternoon with Canines smoking stogies and playing poker. But that wasn’t it. He just was a non-commital sort of guy. And let’s face it, how many people wear a mask 24/7?
We had known of, and seen Rocky in the neighbourhood for years. He was pleasant enough. He’d still say hi, that sort of thing. It was just him and his missus. But eventually they had a couple kids. I think the kids were a bit slow in growing. They still didn’t seem to reach adult Racoon proportions even at year two which was odd. Maybe that was too stressful for the poor bugger.
Eventually all you ever heard from the backyard was screaming back and forth between Rocky and the Missus. Maybe Rocky was having a mid-life crisis ; after all, he did go out and buy a motorcycle. He was out almost every night after that.
Then after about a month or so, Poppa said to Momma, have you seen Rocky? Well, truth be told, none of us had.
Turned out Rocky screwed off to Mexico on his motorcycle leaving the missus and kids at home. Eventually Mrs. Rocky was forced to go live at her folks’ home with the kids.
That was 3 years ago.
Rocky returned two weeks ago. The family is no longer living under the shed in the back yard of our neighbour, it’s just one lonesome racoon now. I gave him some space then went to visit. I brought tea and cookies. I wanted to break the ice in what was an awkward situation and somehow offer Rocky some comfort.
It didn’t take long before Rocky broke down and cried. I felt this big. [my toes squeezed together on my paw].
Turned out he left with a bunch of other motorcycle ridin’ coons and went to Mexico. Not long after they arrived in the rural areas, they were attacked by a gang and their motorcycles were stolen. They went to the authorities, but it was useless. Even the humans don’t trust the authorities.
One by one the racoons dropped off. Rocky only made it back to Canada via skateboard. Took him a year. His poor paws are worn thin and are blistered. He is gaunt. He can’t stomach beer anymore. He’s a mess.
I only tell you this because there seems to be an astounding similarity with human behaviour when they are pissed off with one another. And the outcome is about the same.
Us Canines, we tend to take life’s stresses in stride and avoid knee-jerk reactions like Rocky’s. But no one is perfect. Maybe there is a lesson in here for ol’ Jakester as well. Hmm.
Until next time,
Your faithful Canine Columnist,
Jake, aka Praxter