{"id":5990,"date":"2011-02-16T20:49:04","date_gmt":"2011-02-17T02:49:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/?p=5990"},"modified":"2011-02-16T20:49:04","modified_gmt":"2011-02-17T02:49:04","slug":"raccoons-like-lasagne-with-sausage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/uncategorized\/raccoons-like-lasagne-with-sausage\/","title":{"rendered":"raccoons like lasagne with sausage"},"content":{"rendered":"

i don’t know if they like vegetarian lasagne.<\/p>\n

there was one piece of lasagne left in the fridge, lonely and forgotten and definitely not something anybody around here wanted to eat, so i cut it up and put it on the ledge where i have some piles of bird food.<\/p>\n

the raccoon arrived tonight and ate it all up.\u00a0 i think he was very happy, despite the fact that first mollie was barking like an insane maniac at the door to the screened in porch, and i yelled at her and made her come out of there, so she went into the fenced-in back yard and continued barking like a crazy dog.<\/p>\n

i’m sure the raccoon would have preferred a little peace and quiet as he patiently at all the lasagne, but at least he got a decent meal.<\/p>\n

here’s the crazy thing – i’ve never had great photos of any raccoons because they’re always outside at night.\u00a0 but on monday morning i looked out, and there was the raccoon!\u00a0 he was calmly sitting there eating, and i stood at the window watching him.\u00a0 Kevin had put out some special Valentine’s Day hot dog rolls for him.<\/p>\n

mollie, of course, figure out that he was there and so she had to go outside and bark and bark and bark some more, but as you can see, mr. raccoon didn’t care.<\/p>\n

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but, uh oh…he thought he heard something coming from next door…<\/p>\n

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…but then he got back to it.\u00a0 i love the way he braces it against his feet.<\/p>\n

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SO CUTE!\u00a0 i realize this is a lot of raccoon photos, but i edited them way down, i swear.\u00a0 amy claims the raccoon is “fat,” but he’s not nearly as big as the other guy who came around last year.<\/p>\n

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uh oh again…wild Noodle next door came outside, and mr. raccoon looked around once more.\u00a0 the thing is, noodle was just standing there on his deck, inside the fenced-in yard, he wasn’t even barking at all (mollie was continuing to bark), but for some reason our raccoon did not like the looks of Noodle.<\/p>\n

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he quickly climbed down and sat curled up on the deck, out of Noodle’s sight.\u00a0 Jim told me a story about Noodle coming across some animal in the yard, and how both dog and animal were scared, but i could swear that was a possum, not a raccoon.\u00a0 maybe word got around about the fierceness of Noodle.<\/p>\n

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yesterday i put out some dried corn tortillas, and i included a little pan of water, because don’t raccoons like to dip their food in water?\u00a0 i’m pretty sure they do, and it would have been much too far to drag the food all the way down to the lake.<\/p>\n

that is all for tonight.\u00a0 tomorrow, MANY PHOTOS OF THOSE LIPIZZANER STALLIONS.<\/p>\n

ok then,<\/p>\n

mrs. wednesday night hughes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

i don’t know if they like vegetarian lasagne. there was one piece of lasagne left in the fridge, lonely and forgotten and definitely not something anybody around here wanted to eat, so i cut it up and put it on the ledge where i have some piles of bird food. the raccoon arrived tonight and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[31],"class_list":["post-5990","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-raccoon"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6JLYy-1yC","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5990","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5990"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5990\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5990"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5990"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/graceuncensored.com\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5990"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}