The other day we came home to find Carol, one of the women who lives next door, kneeling down by the driveway with what I thought was a new puppy! (eeee!)
Turns out -- not so much puppy (boooo) but more injured fox (whaaat?). When we drove up, he trotted off up the hill but it was clear that something was wrong (we suspect maybe he was suffering from poison). Sometimes his legs worked, sometimes they didn't. Jason followed him up the hill where he had laid down. The rest of the story tells itself.
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| Maybe he's just resting? |
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| Right at dusk we heard a cry. The dogs had got jacques and he was dead. (Dramatic reenactment) |
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| We put him in the fridge overnight. |
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| It's just a bag people, just a bag. |
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| Now what? |
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| Special delivery! |
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| wait for it.... |
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| wait for it.... |
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| good morning, jacques! |
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| I saaaaid GOOD MORNING |
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| "Say hello to my leel friend." |
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| Time to put the model on the stand! |
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| Amazingly if you put a fox in the fridge overnight, he will have a beautiful pose for you to paint the next day. |
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| He stayed like this pretty much the whole time Jason painted him. |
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| And now he is a beautiful painting! |
Update: Jacques has been delivered the California Department of Fish and Game to try and determine the mysterious nature of his ailments. We have a betting pool here at the house regarding the results -- $5 to enter, winner take all.
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