You know those days, where you have definite plans for yourself.
Today was one of those days for me.
I had things planned,organized.
Goals of plans coming to fruitation today.
There is a dog who is black and well he’s black.
He somehow weaseled his way into our family.
And He mistakenly thinks that dirt is for digging in.
It is obviously a genetic flaw.
He is a badgerdog.
I was planning on leaving early to
get this crap done
accomplish my goals, when I discovered that BlackJackTheBlackBadger had dug
300million holes in the gardens and in the drive way.
Several hours later, having gotten much
more fricking practice better acquainted with a shovel and rake and as Arlo Guthrie says instruments of Destruction, I am tired, grubby and I have a Happy Happier Happiest BadgerDog.