(Or, "Squirrel Fought The Hound & The Hound Won")
There's nothing like waking up and having your first act of the morning be to grab a dustpan so you can scoop dead squirrel off the sidewalk in your front courtyard. Then do a mental calculation about whether or not your hound is up to date on her shots as you wash the blood off her snout and notice that the squirrel got a little comeuppance in before heading to the great nuthouse in the sky.
A pause to reflect on the circle of life.
Kelly is squeamish about these things. I'm the official bug killer, too.
Fathers Day is right around the corner, so let us be thankful for dads...the griller of meat. The flusher of insects. The fixer of electronics. He who knows how to connect the DVD player to the HDTV and make the 4:3 ratio programs fit on the 1080p full size screen. He who can use the GPS and a superior sense of spatial intelligence to find exotic destinations.
Moms may get the unsung hero award for doing the daily grind. But it is the fathers who take dead squirrels to the dumpster at 7am. "Remember, remember tripped mousetraps in June" just doesn't have a ring to it though.
There's nothing like waking up and having your first act of the morning be to grab a dustpan so you can scoop dead squirrel off the sidewalk in your front courtyard. Then do a mental calculation about whether or not your hound is up to date on her shots as you wash the blood off her snout and notice that the squirrel got a little comeuppance in before heading to the great nuthouse in the sky.
A pause to reflect on the circle of life.
Kelly is squeamish about these things. I'm the official bug killer, too.
Fathers Day is right around the corner, so let us be thankful for dads...the griller of meat. The flusher of insects. The fixer of electronics. He who knows how to connect the DVD player to the HDTV and make the 4:3 ratio programs fit on the 1080p full size screen. He who can use the GPS and a superior sense of spatial intelligence to find exotic destinations.
Moms may get the unsung hero award for doing the daily grind. But it is the fathers who take dead squirrels to the dumpster at 7am. "Remember, remember tripped mousetraps in June" just doesn't have a ring to it though.