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Chelsie and the groundhog

In this house, or out in the 'cuntry', we have always fought battles with the groundhogs. (They moved in after we won against the skunks our first winter.)
They dig in behind our pole barn and make a home under the concrete slab and using the dirt floor of the other part of the building as their bathroom. Really makes Rick angry. So we set traps.

Once they are trapped Chelsie goes in there and barks like mad at them. I think she is saying this: "Lucky that trap got you, I would have grabbed you with my teeth and tore you apart!" (and yes, she has part hunting dog in her so she has caught a few groundhogs of her own.) Tiny girl, but fierce.

This afternoon was a day that:
1.) I was planting some seeds into my garden.
2.) Spending time with Kadence while Rick and the boys were at the ball field.
3.) Would soon find out that some guy was going house to house selling aerial photos of their homes.
4) Deer were out on an walk.

Kadence and I are walking up to get more water for the plants and I hear a car careening down my neighbors driveway. Not really paying attention to it, I at least knew that they hadn't been there long. As I fill the container with water I then hear tires squeal on the road and a car obviously sliding on the gravel at the top of my drive, then proceeding to careen down my driveway.

This first off angers me because I have kids. Why would you scream down someones driveway like that. I also have a dog, that at the time I didn't know, is preoccupied. What if she did her usual and ran out to the car. Splat, no more Chelsie. Then I would be really angry.

As I go and shut off the water for the container I catch out of the corner of my eye a furry animal that is not Chelsie. Chelsie is following behind this animal. In my mind I am guessing that the guy who is getting out of his car is either a religious man getting ready to try and convert me to some cult, or he is selling bibles, or he is taking a survey, or he is selling Kirby vacuum cleaners...yes amazingly both of these things are going on at the same time.

My point is, I don't have time for this. I pick up Kadence and start walking toward where Chelsie and this animal crossed my vision, very plainly and rudely ignoring this man. I soon have to turn and acknowledge this man, whom is holding a framed photo.

"Recognize this house?" he asks me. Me being the sarcastic person thinks "of course, I live in it. How could I not recognize my own house?" Being the polite person I keep this end of the conversation in my head.

I tell him it is nice, and make notice that it is recent, so he tells me that it was taken in the fall. He then proceeds to tell me that they only take these photos every 10 years. I want to correct him because about 5 years ago he was doing the same thing. But again, I was being polite and kept that end of the conversation in my head.

"Not interested thanks."

He then proceeds to ask why not and that this will be my only chance to own a photo at that time of year. Hard-sell, you loose me, I am done.

I look at him one more time and simply say "Sorry" He turns and stalks away, obviously upset that I wouldn't buy his photo. He gets into his car, opens the frame up, takes our photo out and puts our other neighbors in. Poor guy. Or maybe not, a good salesman never gets upset that a potential customer wont buy something.

And besides, if I really wanted an aerial photo of my house, I would schedule it so I could clean up my yard and driveway, and make sure our roof was fixed before it was taken.

Okay, so back to my main point, Chelsie and this animal.

Chelsie was sniffing a cold trail so I went back with Kadence to water my newly planted seeds when I hear Chelsie start barking like mad. I find her under my front porch obviously having trapped this animal...She won't come out.

Every so often I hear the animal make angry noises. Translation:"Get away from me you crazy dog, I have rabies! Get close and I will cut you man."

Although I would like to think that this animal doesn't have rabies, and just using that as a scare tactic to keep Chelsie at bay. I make a friendly call to my neighbor. "help me! what do I do? I have a rabid animal under my porch and Chelsie won't come out!"

They suggest I turn the hose on and spray her out. So I do that. And Chelsie comes out. Not really sure if the groundhog came out, I was more worried about checking Chelsie for mortal wounds. (For those wondering, I had put Kadence in the house for her safety.)

So I ushered Chelsie into the house, took Kadence back outside into the garden, and made a note to myself to buy something to close off underneath the porch. They are in the pole barn, I don't need them under my porch.

Another odd thing that happened today? We had about 8 deer in our backyard this evening. Two of which were bucks. No, no photo. Krischan was so excited that he started screaming "MOM!! THERE IS A WHOLE HERD OF DEER IN OUR YARD!! THERE ARE ABOUT 50 OF THEM OUT THERE!" Which in turn scared them all off, since our back door was open and they heard him.

Just another day in the cuntry. (you have to put a big emphasis on un) What was your day like?

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