tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post8895514929716319622..comments2023-04-04T06:07:37.423-06:00Comments on Life in Photo: A Journal: R.I.P. baby groundhogAdinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099591841328655836noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-20363941921676581482008-06-19T13:10:00.000-06:002008-06-19T13:10:00.000-06:00I really hate to tell you that your baby ground ho...I really hate to tell you that your baby ground hog is not a ground hog at all, its a shrew. kind of like a mole, i believe shrews are blind. check out the nose on that thing. ground hogs have squrrel like noses. I actually have 2 baby ground hogs now, i am bottle feeding.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-78985805530600676662008-05-04T21:08:00.000-06:002008-05-04T21:08:00.000-06:00My 7 year old German Shepard has a habit of every ...My 7 year old German Shepard has a habit of every Spring bringing me home a present. Black Snakes, groundhogs,opossums seem to be the main fare. He used to live on a much bigger farm before I got him so 're-training" him of this behavior doesn't seem possible.<BR/> Tonight was walking him & he spotted a groundhog in the field some 50 -60 yards away. He covered that distance in 5 seconds with 3 leaps & was on that groundhog so quick it didn't have a chance.<BR/> Next thing I saw was groundhog in the vise of my dogs jaws & him shaking it from side to side.Fur flying. Game Over. That one was about 12 lbs.<BR/> Surprisingly my dog is very good with children & very docile around me & the family and other people(the Vet,Neighbors etc). His mild temperament is such you'd never expect him to harm a flea. <BR/><BR/> Well, don't put the wrong critter in front of him... perhaps he thought he was protecting me..He wouldn't leave that kill until I walked up inspected it & told him to COME NOW! It was too heavy to bring home although he did try to drag it, I told him to put it down. No problem, he left it in the field. Now I will have to get up early & bury it before the buzzards come out tomorrow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-66181890428235579822008-04-19T10:53:00.000-06:002008-04-19T10:53:00.000-06:00YUCKYUCKHankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09897718198481295782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-33413618852952929672008-04-16T18:48:00.000-06:002008-04-16T18:48:00.000-06:00Oh yes, Oreo brought us lots of things!!! He died...Oh yes, Oreo brought us lots of things!!! He died chasing a rabbit across the street.Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16100361828547028657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-14111658519278624822008-04-16T07:07:00.000-06:002008-04-16T07:07:00.000-06:00Please do another blog entry. I really can't take...Please do another blog entry. I really can't take that lovely photo popping up when I check your blog.<BR/><BR/>:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-42157426683348972742008-04-15T05:24:00.000-06:002008-04-15T05:24:00.000-06:00Oh Blair, you have such great stories. Whenever I...Oh Blair, you have such great stories. Whenever I go into Jo-Ann fabrics, I think of you. I'm sure you know why...ahem...Adinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08099591841328655836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-59689375047273683682008-04-14T12:51:00.000-06:002008-04-14T12:51:00.000-06:00I hope Beignet just found the groundhog baby and d...I hope Beignet just found the groundhog baby and didn't kill it. The first kill is the gateway drug to blood lust. Our German Shepherd killed some creature and before you know it, she was biting off our neighbor's dog's private part. We then sold her to an ex-mafioso transexual named Debbie. True story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230716652816894128.post-43041458477843617692008-04-13T19:49:00.000-06:002008-04-13T19:49:00.000-06:00Our cat, Oreo, used to bring us "presents." It's ...Our cat, Oreo, used to bring us "presents." It's sad, but they like to do it.Erin Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08875709624955278346noreply@blogger.com