Mr. Mole

One wintry day with the land foot-deep in fluffy snow, my husband accompanies Spencer and I on our daily constitutional. Spence is doing his usual thing…burying his head in the snow, smelling what? Mice, moles, voles, frogs? Who knows. Next thing we know, there’s a little browny-black mole scurrying along the road. Somehow he exited but can’t find his entrance back under the snow!

Spencer is oblivious. I start to track the mole who now decides it must be safer under the arch of my husband’s boot! Now Spencer’s taken note and takes his froggy stance with the mole. As the inevitable chase begins, the mole repeatedly squeaks in terror “Eek, eek, eek!” This is not fun! This is life or death in his small world. We hold a very excited Spencer back until the mole finds an entrance to the sub-snow world and scurried safely on his way. Spencer gives us a look as if to say “You guys are no fun!”