Baby Raccoons, and Their Foster Mother

I keep hearing about pit bulls who adopt kittens, baby chicks… and now baby raccoons. How did these dogs ever get such a fearsome reputation? They’re obviously quite good-hearted.

As for the baby raccoons–well, if it was me, I couldn’t send them into the wilderness. These little guys are much too tame for that.

Jean-Pierre Hallet–remember him? Congo Kitabu–said that just about any animal will respond to love and care: and to prove it, tamed a rhinoceros. And now we know that rhinos raised in zoos by humans (in addition to their real mothers) learn to be friendly and playful.

Ah, you should’ve seen my iguana! Like a good dog disguised as a lizard.

Memory Lane: Old Brownie

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Our family lived on a dead end street, and with the fathers off to work all day, there was hardly any traffic. Mostly it was kids riding bikes, roller-skating, playing kickball.

But sometimes you didn’t feel like playing, because something had made you sad, or thoughtful, and all you wanted to do was sit on the front steps.

And Old Brownie would be sure to find you, and sit down next to you, and by and by, you felt much better.

Brownie belonged to the widow next door, Mrs. Thomas, and she let him wander because he was wise enough not to leave our street, he never made any kind of trouble, and everybody loved him. I was kind of scared of dogs, but never of Brownie, even though he was as big as me. Any kid who was feeling blue could count on Old Brownie for sympathetic company.

I’d trade all the lawn mowers, weed whackers, and leaf-blowers in the world for ten more minutes with Old Brownie.