The Hazards of Holes

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As is the case with many of my canine friends, I tend to excel at digging holes.  I’m not allowed to do it everywhere; in fact, I can’t quite figure out exactly what the human criteria is for where and when it’s OK, but that’s true with many of their arbitrary rules.  In the places where I can dig, I create a rather exotic collection of craters, as well as some areas reserved for burying my special treasures.  Mom seems to be under the impression that I may employ large equipment in order to create my special effects, but I assure you I am quite capable of doing this all with my own paws.

Heavy equipment?

Heavy equipment?

So here’s the issue.  As much as I love my holes – deep and shallow alike – sometimes they can be problematic.  The other day, I was minding my own business in the back yard, resting a bit after having excavated a particularly extraordinary trench.  Just as I was nodding off in the warm sunshine, the pesky cat from next door climbed over the fence.  Exactly who does she think she is to invade my space?!?

Arch Enemy

Arch Enemy

What could I do?  I have to protect my territory, right? So, I took off at my top speed (which is quite considerable). I woofed, I growled, I snarled, and just as I was about to grab that evil feline, I accidentally put my right front paw directly into a big, deep, hole.

Ouch!

Ouch!

 

Well, needless to say, a twisted ankle is the result. I am chagrined that someone of my superb physical abilities should be brought down by a cagey cat luring me into one of the holes I dug myself.

But, she had better watch out, because revenge is coming…. as soon as I can walk again.

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