I am feeling great empathy for my favourite hero, The Little Prince. Somebody please draw me a box to keep my groundhogs in so they don't eat my flowers? And a leash for Digger, the campground dog, so he doesn't hurt my groundhogs?
Frankly though, despite listening to their distressed squeals while I tried to shower and Digger set about hunting them, it only took them a few minutes after he left to feel quite comfortable climbing up onto the porch where he'd been sitting, so I'm guessing they're not in the least bit traumatized.
Light on the eve of the election
10 years ago
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