Saturday, August 28, 2010
Canning The Night Away
Our neighborhood moose, old Black-Jack, stomped through my yard this morning waking me from my Saturday morning slumber. Mr. Mac had just come home from working the night shift ... and let our dawg out for a potty run ... and run she did .. straight away to bark and pester old Black-Jack ... getting charged and tromped on a bit. I suppose the dawg will one day win a Darwin Award .. but she did keep him from tramping through the gardens. Perhaps a soft pillow and a few dog biscuits are in order today, eh?