Come On! I’m a Good Boy!
At the Gopher Hole
I told Curly I was thinking about it. The ba-ba, that is. He’s too sharp to “forget” about that ritual. I couldn’t believe it. He put his foot on my foot, then stood back and curled his lip at me. I’ve never seen him curl his lip before. Then, as quick as a wink, he turned to the dog fennel…and looked into a gopher hole. That old tortoise…the dirt is scratched up fresh again. I’ll just bet that Curly goes for walks with him.