Boo – a cat who thought he was a dog.
June 18, 2012Last night Eliza and I dug a hole in the overgrowth up the hill from the house. I handled the pick, she the shovel. We were lucky – there weren’t as many tree roots and rocks as you would expect in this part of New Hampshire, though the fact that we were digging at dusk did multiply the mosquito factor exponentially. Too hot to wear shirts or sweatshirts, a lot of bare skin was offered for their nightly feast.
The hole was about 3-4 feet deep, a couple feet wide and the same long. Big enough to accommodate Boo. (more…)