December 14th 2007 1:41 pm
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I guess digging a big hole in the backyard while Daddy was trying to get finals graded and getting all that wet mud stuck inbetween my toes wasn't the best thing to do the week before Santa arrives!
And if you remember, I don't like having my feet touched. It took a half an hour of negotiation between Mawmee and me to get my feet semi-cleaned. I even had grass stuck in the mud, so it was a real good mess!
I wouldn't even let her pick my feet up and put them in a bucket of water. She had to use biscuit bribery, and work quickly while I chewed. I showed her what little toofies I have several times, and went for her arm a couple of times to tell her that mud smells good, and I want it between my toes!
Then Daddy remembered that this summer the mole trap went off right in the spot where I was digging. He got out the shovel and sure enough, a big, fat, dead mole was in the spot where I was digging!
I was just trying to help Santa cause I figured the cats would like a big, fat, dead mole for Christmas!
Hmmmm, I wonder if there are any other dead moles around the backyard . . . . . . . .
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