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Gator Bait


As Whizzbang, aka, Dumbstruck the Wonder Pup approaches her 10th month anniversary, I thought I would show you the thing she does, with my blessing, that may prevent future birthday anniversaries.

We take a walk daily, as I have mentioned, to Datsko Park and then home through the Tech Data Center.  Along the way we pass a small lake and Whizzy tends to like jumping into the tall grass and romp.  I don't blame her, its catnip for a puppy.  















But this is Florida, not Illinois, and down here dogs are gator bait when they do what she does.  It is unlikely she'd jump into the jaws of a gator but then again, there have been 2 spotted in the lake at Sinkhole Estates.   Actually it happens all the time in this Septic Tank of a state: owner walks dog by lake.  Gator grabs dog.  Owner tries to grab dog back.  Gator gets both.  Its like what they call down here: a BOGO.  Buy one, get one free.

Confession number 1.  I didn't even think about gators when she started jumping into the tall grass.  I sent the current Mrs. Blythe a video and her compadres at work were aghast at what I was allowing her to do.  I just wasn't thinking.

Confession number 2.  I haven't stopped the practice on our walks.  She still jumps and I allow it.  Lesson is, we all need to have fun and if we go having fun, then it is a good going.

I, however, won't go near the tall grass.     

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  1. Since I haven’t gone yet I can’t claim with any certainty the best way to “go”. It does seem going while having fun is highly desirable. Nothing better for man and pup than a fun relaxing walk.

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