Earthdog, part 2

Why even drive up to Flint when you have hidden opportunities for earthdogging right in your own backyard? Well, not quite, but in the park across the street. I took E and A there to play with their tennis balls, and after we were just hanging out in an overgrown corner of the park, where E and A like to munch on the different kinds of grass on offer.

Suddenly Ede started sniffing around a log like crazy (he is the better hunter, after all), and a groundhog (also known as muskagee!) pops up his head behind the log and then disappears. I feared a wild chase, but the ground hog had quite considerately dug his hole right behind that log, so the wild digging started instead....and didn't stop for about 20 minutes. Unfortunately, they didn't experience the success of actually confronting the groundhog at the end of the tunnel, but it was still fun. Of course now we'll have to go back to that spot for the next few weeks to check if the beast rears its head out of the hole again.

I won't get on my soapbox about dog parks right now, but this is why I don't just want a big boring rectangle of grass with a chain-link fence around it for a dog park...clearly no groundhogs were hurt in this little adventure, and frankly, if it were, that's called natural selection. But E and A got to engage in some species- and breed-appropriate behavior that makes them happy and healthy. What's so wrong with that?!