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Friday, November 20, 2009

My little pound puppy, all grown up.

Jack is my precious, tiny little dog. I think he's part Cairn, maybe some Pug a few relatives removed. Who knows. I do know that he is all terrier, and every time he's out, he excavates long trenches. Sometimes it's mole trails - you can see the hole. Sometimes I know he hears things underground because he cocks his head and starts digging. No moles yet. I have a mole friendly yard. Except for Jack. He's in and out with me, so there's virtually no danger to the moles.

However, I'm trying to get him to dig near the dewberry and smilax roots so I can get them out.

Good boy, Jack!


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