I wanted to walk in the woods and gather nuts. Gather acorns. Gather stuff. Stuff that I could then place in a glass cylinder to place on the table. You know...Fall stuff.
Oh, I walked alright. In the woods too. But all I got was TICKS!
I'm not sure about your neck of the woods, but I have been taking crawling teeny tiny eight legged disease carrying ticks off of Moon and Copper nearly daily. Yes, they wear tick protection which makes the nasty critters die and fall off, but I get them while they're alive and crush them. I always call them over to do a "tick check." In fact, now it's become a game.
Once outside, I simply stand on the patio and say "TICK CHECK, TICK CHECK, TICK CHECK" and the two of them come running as if I'm handing out treats! And speaking of games...
My son gave me a section of old vine that was gnarled and curled. It resembled a coiling snake. I saw potential. The plan was to take my Dremel tool (did I ever tell you how much I LOVE that thing?) and actually make a snake head on the upper end...the coiled end, then set it on the ground somewhere in the yard...well, just because.
Hmmmm. I guess the two canines that live here decided they needed it too. When the Pres and I were gone all day this past Sunday and got home, my would be snake was not on the table where I'd left it.
Destroyed...chewed...eaten, there it sat. No. There it lay...because there was no coil. All that remained was a candy cane shaped piece.
So, you tell me.
Was it him? The rambunctious bundle of energy? The boy who is a compulsive chewer? The lab/pit reject we saved eleven years ago?
Was it Copper?
Or was it her? (Note the remnants of the stick in the grass?) The watch dog? The starving shepherd/husky reject we saved? The dog who licks me to death? The dog who still has her stuffed toy, Fluffy?
Was it Moon?
You decide. But remember I know the truth. Well, I think I know the truth...based on the reaction when I picked up my would-be snake from the grass.
Sharing my monsters with you and