The day was nice. Partly cloudy. Warm but not too warm. It was a day to weed and garden. The Dog saw me digging in the soil, so she decided to do the same. Two hours later, there was a twelve-foot long trench along the fence line. In most places it was about six inches deep, but in some sections up to a foot deep, and in a few select spots two feet deep. It followed the tunnel of one of the moles that has ruined our yard over the past few years. The Dog was determined to remove that mole.
This wasn't the first time that The Dog tried to dig out a mole, but definitely the most concerted effort to date. Needless to say, our yard is visited less frequently by various rodents. There is no longer a rat living in our shed. The activity of the moles has diminished overall and ceased completely on some of the more accessible tunnels and mounds. The squirrels make occasional forays to our hazelnut and walnut trees, but not in the numbers (of squirrels or visits) of prior springs. The Dog has found her calling and is living out that vocation with great joy and energy.
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