Living on the Edge

Duncan's little run-in with the pool has become legendary. (Our visits to the vet have a new routine – "Any vomiting or diarrhea? What food is he on? Has he fallen in the pool again?") He's more careful now, but he spends a lot of time prowling around it, running laps of it, and lately, finding ways to use the 6" boards that run around the edge.

It started when I glanced up one day and noticed him casually tightrope walking along one of the boards. No photos, I'm afraid; I didn't dare move to grab a camera! Instead I froze and stayed very, very quiet so I wouldn't startle him, while mentally bracing myself for another rescue plunge. But he just hopped off (onto a hosta) and carried on prowling. He's done it a few more times since, but never when there's a camera handy.

Next, I found him happily hanging out in the middle of the big clump of porcupine grass. Yes, the photo makes it look like he's climbing out of the pool, but he's not:

He just parked his furry little backside on the conveniently-placed board, and settled in.

The view from the across the pool!

But his crowning achievement came this week, when we noticed what looked like a clump of dirt from the garden on the edge of the pool.

Nope. Not dirt. Duncan has taken up Precision Pooping! I didn't catch him in the act, but I really, really hope he's not combining his newfound skill with his tightrope walking, or I suspect we'll be fishing him out again soon!