Digging on the Dogs

I got out yesterday for the first time since my hernia surgery, and all went well.  No drama to report.

The dogs located a possum to ground on a sette off the farm road, and I pulled them off that as soon as I was sure it was a possum.

I leashed up the dogs and we moved off down to a hedgerow, and the dogs found again.  This time it was a small groundhog and, after a little digging, we sent him off to the next world.  I had plenty of time to go find another, but I decided to call it a short day.  All things in moderation, as Julia Child used to advise.

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