How much ground could a groundhog hog if a groundhog could hog ground?

We have had a new little friend move onto the farm in the last month. He doesn’t talk much, has a tendency to run whenever we greet him, and is nearly as prolific in his daily digging as another guy I know. [editor’s note: This would be a perfect spot for a photo of our new friend, I know. I have slacked in my photojournalist duties and for that I am deeply ashamed. I just still have Anna and Greg’s wedding photos on my memory card and wanted to keep that clean until I made sure to have their copies safely onto a memory stick. Plus, didn’t want to then forget to delete the photo and have Anna wonder how she had missed such an unusual guest at the reception.]

Our new arrival has quickly made himself at home. [another editor’s note: I don’t know that it really is a male form of this species. I haven’t had a chance to check or ask. I just find myself assuming that it would be a guy. I suppose that is something for reflection – why are smelly, messy, rodent-type beings automatically called with the male pronoun…OK, I was really joking in that last sentence, so no need to warn Curtis. But, maybe there is something to this…what do YOU call a smelly, messy, rodent-type creature? She? Lady? Girl? I am guessing it is “he.”] He tried out the back part of the big garage. He’s lounged near the playhouse. He’s checked out the back of the shed. I think he likes to roam the place – he’s not a one-burrow type of guy.

I guess we should be proud to have a celebrity of sorts living on our land. After all, he had a major motion picture that he starred in with some big actors back in the day. Plus, every year we all turn on the TV to hear what he has to say about the weather, so he must be smart. It IS surprising that he winters in Pennsylvania – most celebrities hit the warm weather places in February. He must like being different from the rest – not to mention that he probably doesn’t want to disappoint the dudes in the top hats and tails.

I don’t know that I want Phil (if that’s REALLY his name) chilaxing under the playhouse, though.  Unless we can start charging him rent. Better yet, maybe he can keep Curtis company on the drive and help out on their latest job. The two of them could really get a lot of diggin’ done together.

Now if I can just get that revised tongue-twister out of my head…

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About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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