Poco Racoon at the herring run.

Animal talk!
 

Doctor's natural pet care.

Burrr! he growled plunging his hairy clawey paw into the icy cold rushing stream.  Poco the wise old racoon shivered in the misty chilly spring dawn.  Toedo squirel chattered loudly perched on Poco's left shoulder desperately  trying to hold his balance.
Dang, I got bit growels Poco showing his razor sharp ivery teeth as they sparkle in the sun. What happened chirps toedo the squirell.  It's the day of the famous herring run Poco grumbles.  Ykes crazy herring gull squaks perched nearby.  They are wearing their running numbers this year... Now I've seen everything... Yes, I saw number 27 bite your paw they knew you were looking to scoop them up... You are famous in herring school and on their ten most wanted list... Poco growled loudly plunged his had back into the frigid water and scooped up a shiny slivvering flipping herring which he promplly gulped down whole.  Man that was my first of the year and I've been dreaming all winter of this moment.  What was his number screams
Mrs. box turtle almost invisible nibbeling on a musroom a few feet away... As a huge tear falls from her dark brown turtle eyes.