Moose Monday!!

My Monday got off to a fairly traumatic start. First of all Whiney Dog was sick at 1:30am. I woke up to the sounds of her stomach making weird turbulent squishing noises, followed by her making throwing up noises; this was then followed by a moment's perplexed silence, and then she seemed to decide that she was awfully clever and had created a little snack for herself, so she proceeded to make awful slurping eating noises. Oh yuk! So as there was no time to shampoo the remains of her self- created midnight snack off the bedroom carpet- guess what I'll be doing when I get home from work?
So I left the house to go to the bus stop, and Holy Sh**! As soon as the door slammed shut behind me I realized with horror that there was a large moose in the neighbour's driveway, with only a car separating us! I stood on the doorstep with my heart pounding, unsure what to do. After a few seconds I figured that as the moose had its back to me, I should be ok as long as it didn't turn around and spot me. I walked as quietly and as quickly as I could in the direction of the bus stop, which fortunately was away from the moose. I kept looking over my shoulder but luckily the moose hadn't moved. Then, oh horror! I saw the two baby moose at the end of the street; I was walking TOWARD them- I was BETWEEN the MOTHER and her YOUNG!!!! Just as I had time to digest this, ratcheting my heart rate up another notch or two, both of the babies suddenly started galloping in my direction! I dived between two parked cars just in time for one baby to clatter up the street towards its mother, chased by a small dog which was in turn being shouted at by its owner. The other baby had galloped off in the same direction I was heading. It stood across the road from me and watched me uncertainly as I walked quickly away, towards my bus stop. I can tell you that my heart was still pounding and my hands were still shaking and I walked all the way to the bus stop practically with my head on back to front, watching for them all to come after me. Apparently a mother moose is extremely dangerous when she has young, understandably, and their favourite way of dealing with anything they think is a threat is to stomp on it. There have been several people unfortunate enough to have met their deaths this way, and that was why I was so traumatised. Soon it will be time to go home after work...... I REALLY hope they've found somewhere else to be by then..... This is Mummy Moose......

And this is one of her babies.......