I smell small mammals
– August 24, 2017 Toby –
I love pocket gophers. One of these days I am going to get one. The other day, we were walking across the lawn where Johnnie works and all I could smell was so delicioso. Some warm furry critter poked its nose out of a fresh dig and I pounced driving my face into an empty hole. I pushed and pushed wiggling my face into the loose soil. The smell. Mmmmm. What a smell.
I pulled my face out and Johnnie laughed and said, “What are you doing.”
I snorted in delight and gave a full body wag. I followed Johnnie to a bunch of brown patches in the grass. As I stepped on a flat brown spot, I could hear the gophers running around and squeaking under the soil beneath my feet. I sniffed and circled.
“No digging,” Johnnie said.
I continued to circle and sniff giving a slight paw at the compact roof over the little critter’s home. I could hear the little ones singing for mom. I lifted my front paws into the air and pounced down on the dirt.
“Leave it.” Johnnie snapped his fingers and whistled. I looked at him looking at me and walked closer. There were more gopher dens beneath my feet, then an open hole so I pounced my face into the loose soil. Mmm. Such rich smells of the warm furry mixed with freshly dug soil. So many scents.
Johnnie let me nuzzle a few more holes before we ran out of lawn and walked down the walkway and into a small cottage filled with great smells. Lots of stuff in bags lying around and these rubber boots and the dirty floor is maxing my scent glands. Yow. Down the hall and left into Johnnie’s smell so I circle under the desk and lie down and watch.
