Harnessing a natural talent
The dog has found another place to dig a hole. Worse, she has help and a model (albeit, one with a shovel). You see, seasonal decorating has begun in the neighbourhood. Not wanting to be the only house on the block (not counting the grouchy couple several doors down, who don’t believe that such efforts have meaning in this age) to be undecorated; orange and black stuff hanging from the tree, we turned the responsibility over to the one who profits most.
Son #3, the only one left in the disguise and plunder for candy generation. Although the costume hasn’t yet been chosen, as a ten day period is ample for whatever catches the fancy, the decorations are up. Flashing pumpkin lights. Plastic bags filled with the harvest from the document shredder and hung from trees. A huge black rat that appears to be wearing a wetsuit. And, a new hole where the flowerbed used to be. Complete with a shovel, a gravestone and paw marks.
Actually, the undertaking industry could forego backhoes and men with long shovels, if they would only allow dogs to take over the job of producing pits on demand. I agree, the two metre (six feet and a stretch) depth would be too much for most lap mutts, but the dogs I’ve had around here might just prove worthy. Java the gravedigger. That would make the doubters take notice.
I’m also left with a sneaking suspicion that the one replacing frozen earth in a snowfilled pit come early November might be me. No snow yet, but it’s still ten days to the hallowed eve. Plenty of time for filling candy bags, arranging costumes and adding detail to the mantrap on our lawn.
