Friday, July 6, 2018

Crow Pie

Do Pdogs eat crow?  Well, now, not normal like, but sometimes...

Well, doggone it all, I was wrong.  Yep, I'll own up to it, though the feathers are a mite stuck in my throat.  I swear I felt the spring a'comin' in, but that dad blamed ol' man winter plumb flummoxed me good, let me tell you.  Yeah, that late freeze caught us all, up and about with burrow fever and above ground way too soon.  Then there was the rain.

Couldn't never tell when a nice day was going to turn nasty, don't you know.  We'd be a'creepin' out of the burrows, checkin' the sky, and the sun would be all smiley and nice, and then, Bam!  Thunder clouds rollin' in, and them wind blasts so strong they'd blow over a silo or two.  And, sure nuff, they did!  Well, least wise, they pulled 'em up a roof or two.  No twisters though.  Well, doggone if that weren't a surprise.

But July is upon us and the fields they've  been cut and there's them seeds to be had and tasty other goodies to warm a vegetarian Pdog's stomach.  The grass is high and life is good.  I 'spose I can eat a little crow now and again.  Them words may be a mite bitter, but Truth--oh, yes--Pdog Truth is sweet.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

After Long Sleep...

It was a hard year, last year.  Lots of commotion above ground and Pdogs layin' low, you know, trying to make ourselves scarce as the two-legged folk stormed and fussed.  Can't be too careful when you live by the goodwill of the man who plows the land.  There weren't much I wanted to say and I didn't.  Pdogs can be that way, you see.

Let me tell you, now, I don't know why I'm awake this time of year, anyhow.  'Spose to just open one eye and make my prediction then snooze on 'til spring.  But how's a fella to sleep through winter when that blame sun keeps warmin' the dirt?  First thing it's warm, then 'fore you know it, brrrr....  But wait a bit, 'cause it's going to get toasty again--you know what I mean?  Fella can't get no rest.  Seems like we don't get no winters no more, not to speak of.

Everthing's topsy above ground and that keeps us stirred up too.  Crazy, mixed-up weather and the ground shakin' below.  We figured it to be only a passing irritation, you know?  Curious how the rattlin' started, but the thing is, it ain't stoppin'.  Dig me a new tunnel one day and dirt's down the next.  Mighty irritating.  Down right consternating.  We's just holdin' on down here, hopin' things'll settle down a mite by spring.

And it's comin' early.  I swear it.  I feel it in my frizzled fur.  You just wait and see.