I like to dig. Can I get an "oh yeah" from all my digging canine brethren?
Still, this post should act as a cautionary tale. My digging once got me into a difficult situation and I'll set aside my embarrassment to tell you about it, for your safety.
It was a beautiful fall. I remember it as though I was smelling it right now. Chipmunks and squirrels dashed about everywhere and the yard was a veritable treasure trove of upturned earth.
I dug a little hole nearby a cached walnut. It wasn't much of a hole. It was a mere six inches deep and maybe three-by-three wide. I found the walnut , of course, but the next time I came into the yard that depression in the dirt called to me. I couldn't help but scratch it a few inches deeper and a bit wider, too. And so it went over the course of that fragrant autumn. Dad conversationally griped at mom about the horrendous mess i was making of the yard. Mom shrugged and smiled.
The cold came in November and it became a chore to scratch at my furrow in the dirt. At about five feet in diameter and four feet deep I considered it a mission accomplished anyhow, and didn't trouble myself with further excavation.
Nigh on the end of December we got the largest snowfall that I could remember of my young life. Almost two feet of the white stuff fell within a night and I was so excited to go out and play. I am a husky mix, what more can you expect?
I ran through the yard, nay, raced as though it was my job to bring serum to a dying Alaskan town, until a crater in the earth swallowed me like a fat guy swallows jelly donuts.
It was my hole! The snow had filled it and made the ground look as even as the great plains. I struggled to the surface gasping like a drowned man... only to hear my dear, sweet mother laughing in the warm kitchen.
I struggled to the back door, no longer enchanted with the snow and was greeted with the disparaging comment that my fall into the abyss was my own fault anyway. I should have bitten her.
My compatriots, I am only telling you this horrible story so that you will learn from my mistakes and remember where you have dug your holes.
Still, this post should act as a cautionary tale. My digging once got me into a difficult situation and I'll set aside my embarrassment to tell you about it, for your safety.
It was a beautiful fall. I remember it as though I was smelling it right now. Chipmunks and squirrels dashed about everywhere and the yard was a veritable treasure trove of upturned earth.
I dug a little hole nearby a cached walnut. It wasn't much of a hole. It was a mere six inches deep and maybe three-by-three wide. I found the walnut , of course, but the next time I came into the yard that depression in the dirt called to me. I couldn't help but scratch it a few inches deeper and a bit wider, too. And so it went over the course of that fragrant autumn. Dad conversationally griped at mom about the horrendous mess i was making of the yard. Mom shrugged and smiled.
The cold came in November and it became a chore to scratch at my furrow in the dirt. At about five feet in diameter and four feet deep I considered it a mission accomplished anyhow, and didn't trouble myself with further excavation.
Nigh on the end of December we got the largest snowfall that I could remember of my young life. Almost two feet of the white stuff fell within a night and I was so excited to go out and play. I am a husky mix, what more can you expect?
I ran through the yard, nay, raced as though it was my job to bring serum to a dying Alaskan town, until a crater in the earth swallowed me like a fat guy swallows jelly donuts.
It was my hole! The snow had filled it and made the ground look as even as the great plains. I struggled to the surface gasping like a drowned man... only to hear my dear, sweet mother laughing in the warm kitchen.
I struggled to the back door, no longer enchanted with the snow and was greeted with the disparaging comment that my fall into the abyss was my own fault anyway. I should have bitten her.
My compatriots, I am only telling you this horrible story so that you will learn from my mistakes and remember where you have dug your holes.
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