Sunday, April 19, 2015
Looking for signs in the grass
Frasier and I came across this fascinating scene last week, and try as we could, we simply couldn't figure out what it all meant.
A message from aliens? A planned highway interchange soon to overrun our quiet neighborhood? Leftovers from an impromptu archaeological dig looking for evidence of a misplaced ancient Inca tribe?
It was all a little much for us. So I went back to my usual job of scanning for wayward skunks, and he returned to his genetic need to sniff, lick and occasionally nibble on whatever managed to attract his attention.
The life of a dog is a charmed one. One can say the same thing about the humans lucky enough to welcome one into our family.