Rooty the Dog caught a chipmunk today. He has been watching and barking at them since he was a puppy. I guess he thought they were self-propelled squeaky toys since he seemed shocked that it was alive, and in his mouth, and wiggling. He spit it out, phew. It was the old problem of finally getting what you want, and then having it leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Except of course for the psychological trauma of being clutched in the teeth of this giant fuzzy thing, the chipmunk seemed none the worse for the experience. The chipmunk had his own Independence Day, I hope you can free yourself from the teeth of whatever monsters might have hold of you on this our collective Indedendence Day. Have a great 4th! Jim
Monday, July 04, 2005
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