I’M AFRAID TO GO HOME
GOPHER MAN AT WORK
I’m at work and the Gopher Man was going to swing by my place this morning to take care of a little business with a certain gopher that has been making himself home by burrowing tunnels all through my back yard. Just this morning I found another little mound in my yard where he had dug up yet another hole. There are so many holes in my back yard I can’t count them.
Even though Sissy is a Chihuahua I think she has a little bird dog (or maybe gopher dog) in her. Every time I let the dogs outside, she runs right over to the latest gopher hole, sticks her nose in there and she must sniff a hundred times. She puts her left leg up like pointers do and fixes her eyes upon that hole. I have even seen her digging. I don’t encourage this behavior as I am afraid that she is going to come up with a short muzzle once that gopher gets a hold of her.
Yes, today I am afraid to go home. I can just imagine that the Gopher Man came over this morning, put whatever it is they use to get rid of gophers in that hole and then left. I just hope and pray that the pesky gopher didn’t come out of his hole, stagger around on the lawn, and plop over dead. I don’t want to find him with his tongue hanging out, and his eyes open staring at me. I can not pick up any dead gopher! Not even if you gave me a hundred dollars to do it.