I recently sustained a neck/back injury that prevented me from my typical form of exercising. I love long walks in the woods, running and chasing those pesky squirrels. Needless to say, this all came to a screeching halt with the pawrents suspicions being confirmed by my dogtor. ~sigh~
Mom and I have been together long enough that she knows how much I love to hunt for moles. This year we seem to have a bumper crop making tunnels in our yard. This gave Mom an idea as I am indeed a pup that can become bored and unhappy quite quickly. Mom called my dogtor to run her idea by her first. My dogtor gave Mom's idea the green light.
It was time for my morning patrol of our yards perimeter. Mom said Molly we're doing something different today. I gave Mom my best quizzical look as this was indeed a welcome break from the dare I say, boring border patrol we've been doing for the past couple of days. My ears perked in anticipation of something different. It didn't really matter what, I simply wanted to do something besides walk along the fence line of my yard.
Mom starts walking towards the huge old Snowball bush and stops. Now my ears were indeed perked up as I simply couldn't figure out what she was up to. Bending down, Mom points to a small hill and says, "Molly come" as she's patting the ground. Walking over with my head cocked as I'm a pup that's always up for something new, I sniff the ground. OH Myy Doggss I can smell a mole!!!!
BOL I never gave Mom another glance. I commence to digging a hole to China, and when I didn't find a mole there, I moved over and started digging to China again. I now have a trench a yard long if it's a foot dug in my front yard by Mom's huge Snowball bush. Now Dad's not going to be too thrilled about this, but I'm happy. I now have a purpose and although I'm not giving the squirrels a run for their money, those moles are running for the hills.
I probably will never find one of these pesky critters as that's Tabby cats specialty, but I'm having a blast. For now I've forgotten about my long walks in the woods chasing my nemesis the squirrels.
Yups pawfuriends, Mole Excavation trumps Border Patrol any day.
Love, Molly and my Mom
Mom and I have been together long enough that she knows how much I love to hunt for moles. This year we seem to have a bumper crop making tunnels in our yard. This gave Mom an idea as I am indeed a pup that can become bored and unhappy quite quickly. Mom called my dogtor to run her idea by her first. My dogtor gave Mom's idea the green light.
It was time for my morning patrol of our yards perimeter. Mom said Molly we're doing something different today. I gave Mom my best quizzical look as this was indeed a welcome break from the dare I say, boring border patrol we've been doing for the past couple of days. My ears perked in anticipation of something different. It didn't really matter what, I simply wanted to do something besides walk along the fence line of my yard.
Mom starts walking towards the huge old Snowball bush and stops. Now my ears were indeed perked up as I simply couldn't figure out what she was up to. Bending down, Mom points to a small hill and says, "Molly come" as she's patting the ground. Walking over with my head cocked as I'm a pup that's always up for something new, I sniff the ground. OH Myy Doggss I can smell a mole!!!!
BOL I never gave Mom another glance. I commence to digging a hole to China, and when I didn't find a mole there, I moved over and started digging to China again. I now have a trench a yard long if it's a foot dug in my front yard by Mom's huge Snowball bush. Now Dad's not going to be too thrilled about this, but I'm happy. I now have a purpose and although I'm not giving the squirrels a run for their money, those moles are running for the hills.
I probably will never find one of these pesky critters as that's Tabby cats specialty, but I'm having a blast. For now I've forgotten about my long walks in the woods chasing my nemesis the squirrels.
Yups pawfuriends, Mole Excavation trumps Border Patrol any day.
Love, Molly and my Mom
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