Hope everyone out there had a nice Memorial Day weekend. The Kids were all busy doing different things, and Mom and Dad spent two days cruising on the cycle. So what does a terrier do when the peeps leave him unsupervised? You think they'd have learned by now that I'll find ways to entertain myself. So I did. Yep, I went digging. Excavating. You'd have thought I had some heavy earth-moving equipment from the damage I did. I had about eight holes going at once. I not only dug down, but flung dirt for yards in every direction. Looked like a small war had been fought in our backyard. Foxholes and trenches everywhere you stepped.
An added bonus was that I found one of these in a foxhole. It's called a mole. I was beginning to feel like a real earthdog after a rat. I tell you, I think I'd found my calling. But wouldn't you know it, Mom came home and took it away from me. Put it right over the fence out of my reach. It was frustrating, knowing it was over there rummaging around again and I couldn't get to it. So I'm warnin' ya, Mr Mole, stay put in your own bunker. I'll be watching for you... ~Tell
Why isn't the picture of Mr Mole there? Did you catch him again??? Boy oh Boy, sounds like you did an exceptional foxy job on the backyard!!Can you teach me Tell? I've only dug twice- ever!! Think I'm letting the wiries breed down??
Did Mr. Mole go incognito or is part of a Victim Protection Program? You must've really scared him off. We can just imagine the fright he must've felt when your foxy nose latched on to him! We're impressed!
BTW.... can we ask? Kinda sorta where in OK are you? We're wondering if we ever drive near your territory on our annual road trip to FL.
I'm a wire fox terrier, and I live on a farm in the country with my two best friends, Cap and Glynn. Cap is the old grumpy dog. Glynn is the shy girl. I'm the good lookin' one. It's a busy life, living on a farm like this. We have to keep the chickens safe from the fox, the raccoons out of the barn, and the squirrels up their tree. It's a full time job, even with three of us patrolling the grounds. When I get time (and Mom's not looking), I get on the computer and write to my friends. I have doggy friends from Canada to Australia and everywhere in between. Even one in Ireland and a couple in the UK. So join the fun, read my blog and sign the guest book. The more the merrier, especially with terriers (hey, I'm a poet and didn't know it)!
An added bonus was that I found one of these in a foxhole. It's called a mole. I was beginning to feel like a real earthdog after a rat. I tell you, I think I'd found my calling. But wouldn't you know it, Mom came home and took it away from me. Put it right over the fence out of my reach. It was frustrating, knowing it was over there rummaging around again and I couldn't get to it. So I'm warnin' ya, Mr Mole, stay put in your own bunker. I'll be watching for you...
5 comments:
How unfair! You worked so hard to catch that little bugger! You'll just have to catch another one, Tell!
Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
Way to go. kep digin and you might end up at our place and I'll show yu possums.
What a great find, Tell! Too bad your mom took it away! You did a great job of excavating!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Patches
Why isn't the picture of Mr Mole there? Did you catch him again??? Boy oh Boy, sounds like you did an exceptional foxy job on the backyard!!Can you teach me Tell? I've only dug twice- ever!! Think I'm letting the wiries breed down??
Worried wags, Eric xxx
Did Mr. Mole go incognito or is part of a Victim Protection Program? You must've really scared him off. We can just imagine the fright he must've felt when your foxy nose latched on to him! We're impressed!
BTW.... can we ask? Kinda sorta where in OK are you? We're wondering if we ever drive near your territory on our annual road trip to FL.
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