I love holes. Take this one for example. I believe a food item called a "chipmunk" disappeared down this one. I pursued it, of course. Then I probed my snout down into the entrance and sniffed to determine its proximity to my mouth; then, I widened the hole with some furious digging of my forepaws. But alas . . . my meal disappeared through a side tunnel and was gone. Well, there's always the next hole! HallieMonday, September 17, 2007
I Love Holes
I love holes. Take this one for example. I believe a food item called a "chipmunk" disappeared down this one. I pursued it, of course. Then I probed my snout down into the entrance and sniffed to determine its proximity to my mouth; then, I widened the hole with some furious digging of my forepaws. But alas . . . my meal disappeared through a side tunnel and was gone. Well, there's always the next hole! Hallie
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