That's not chocolate frosting on Harley's tongue!
My gal and I trudged through snow to Carlene's to see if the forsythia had bloomed around her outhouse. Not yet. On the way I kept hearing ice and snow fall on the ground which spooked me into thinking every crunch was a bear or bob cat about to eat me. Although I was paranoid, Harley never once gave the noisy forest a bit of her attention. However, on the way home, she heard the pitter patter of pine vol feet under the earth and quickly gave chase. I was nonplussed at watching Harley on the hunt, digging furiously in the dirt to rid the world of the dreaded varmints. I'm not sure what Harley would do if we ever came across a bear in the woods. Would she come between me and the bear and try to save my life? Or would she lick it into submission? I just don't know. But one this is for sure...if I was ever in danger because of pine vols, Harley would have my back.
