My special coon, Pretty Boy. He is 7 years old. I wish he would come everyday, but he does not.
I worry about him when he hasn't come in weeks. I have thought many times that I had lost him. Then he shows up, and I will sing right out Hes alive!!!. He will come right up to me and want to eat out of the container I take out full of Walmart dog food. He and his sister, Pretty Girl are the only 2 coons that will do that. I think in their minds it makes them special. They are my oldest coons. Years ago I would have said that coons only lived about 2 or 3 years because that was how long they lived when I was not feeding enough food to keep them satisfied. They were having to go look for food other places, and in doing so they got in trouble and got killed. Now I try to feed enough to keep them around home and out of trouble.
Thanks for coming to visit. Come again soon. I will be back on Monday .
Love you all, Bambi, coons, and Fern