Just call me the alligator whisperer.

Pooches, it is rain, rain, rain!  My manservant had to shorten his walk/run this morning at his walk/run park because the rain started again.  It appeared it was going to be a lazy “inside only” morning and Starlight and I decided to sleep in.   My manservant busied himself with errands.

Last night’s decadent meal by my womanservant and manservant had leftovers placed in the icebox.  As we prepared for our excursion the leftovers were heated by my manservant.  The smells coming from the oven were quite enticing and when I queried him about them.  Boeuf short ribs, garlic potatoes and buttery asparagus!  Woo hoo!  I quickly suggested that, given the chance of rain, we just dine here before our excursion (hee hee).  The suggestion was accepted and in seconds we were happily stuffing ourselves on the delectable treats!

We have grown weary of visiting the same excursion destinations each day.  As we hopped in the Hybridmobile my manservant told it to take us somewhere we rarely go.  The Hybridmobile gleefully glided to my Trace and headed north.  Pooches, we passed my sunken trace park, my overlook, my Indian mound,  my boundary park, and finally my waterfowl blind and still kept heading north on my Trace.  Starlight and I soon fell asleep and when we felt it come to a stop I looked out of the window and we were at my Cypress Swamp!  Woo hoo!

It was dark and overcast as we descended into my swamp.  The mosquitoes were quite busy with us while we strolled around the water’s edge.  I was the first to spy it:  a baby ‘gator resting on a log in the water.  Starlight wanted to run immediately back to the Hybridmobile but I assured her that it was a baby and harmless.  Starlight then asked where the mother was.  Discretion IS the better part of valor, pooches!  We quickly hopped into the Hybridmobile and, because the rain had started in earnest, enjoyed our return trip while the Hybridmobile danced in each puddle of water it could find it could fine in the roadway.

Sunshine

Starlight, keep your eyes peeled for 'gators.

Starlight, keep your eyes peeled for ‘gators.

Is that one on that log over there?

Is that one on that log over there?

The smells in a swamp are entirely different than those at my Rez.

The smells in a swamp are entirely different than those at my Rez.

Look on that log in the middle of my swamp!  A baby 'gator.

Look on that log in the middle of my swamp! A baby ‘gator.

 

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One Response to Just call me the alligator whisperer.

  1. What an exotic environment! Makes me think of science fiction movies where something creepy emerges from the water. Something with big teeth. Something that likes to eat small white dogs that….argghhhhhhhh……let’s get out of here.

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