It's already Thursday!
I've had a furry busy week.
As Moo woo'd on Monday, I've been digging,
I can smell those evil little moles under the steps and deck, and came up with this clever plan. After digging, all I had to do was stand guard and wait...
and wait....and wait...
Moley-schmoley, give it up, dude!
Woo're never gonna catch anything in there but catch h#!!
for digging in front of the steps!
Sisfurs... they think they know it all! I'm just gonna keep *yawn* waiting....
Then it happened!
I went over to check my trap...
Lightening-fast Mr. Fangs snatched that nasty moley!!!
It squeaked and squealed...but not fur long.
Its just not right to torture something (unless you're a cat)
A-roos to yous,
Jack, Master Mole Dispatcher
*Update* Mom just scooped the yard and guess what she found? Yup, yet another dispatched mole! Woo-oooo!