The "boys" entertained pop yesterday w/a "mole dig"----Good news: they caught the mole--Bad news: the flower bed looked like a war zone of water, holes, flying dirt, dirty dogs, and up rooted marigolds. We were all out in the back yard. Buster began the frenzied dig and all joined (except for dad--he just watched and laughed). The mole was actually terrified----bolted out of the ground----almost like he was shot out of a cannon. We had to throw a big rock on him to keep the "boys" away from until I could retrieve a shovel and throw him over the back fence---think the rock and shock may have been too much for him. Told dad we could keep him entertained throughout the daytime hours----who needs TV when you have 3 crazy "boys." Going for testing today. Dad feels good about getting testing completed and getting more information. Keep the good thoughts coming his way. He is still in good spirits, getting around well, and doing what dad does----anything he wants to do.
Love,
Mom
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We don't have moles up here, we have something called voles. A little smaller, but much faster and nastier. I've put the word out and you should start receiving packages of small furry entertainment soon. Enjoy!
Love Kat
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