My Dawgs, And How I Roll

So every morning, and every afternoon, on my way in to work, I get to see 'my dawgs'.

Though they're not real dawgs, they're the prarie dogs that inhibit the grasslands in northern suburbia.

They's me dawgs, yo'.

They greet me every morning with their cachophonius yelps:

'Bon jour, Pee Wee!'.

and later,

'Au revoir, Pee Wee!'.

They are part of the ritual of my day.

Well, a few weeks ago, my dawgs debuted their new offspring.

These cute little buggers, were out taking their first few new steps out to explore suburbia.

'Awwww', I thought.

Once, after rolling at the zoo, and later, tripping my balls off, I realized how we are all connected on this Earth.

I even to this day, I have become the biggest tree-hugger.

I even keep an eye out when I am walking, not to step on any bugs, or ants.

I won't kill a spider if I find it in my domicile.

I honestly get sad, when I see someone cuts down a tree, or kills an animal.

[Yes, I still eat meat, but that's because it comes post-kill, and I don't have to witness/deal with the deed].

So, much like talking to your co-workers each day, these dawgs are part of my day.

I try and keep an eye out for them.

The other day on my way home, some of the new youngin's, were playing around the hole, NEAR THE STREET!

As I approached, they were spooked, and ran amok.

I was afraid they were going to scramble so, that they would fall from the grass, off the curb, and in to the street; where they could be ran over.

I actually yelled out [seriously], 'stay out of the street!!!'.

No sooner had the words left my mouth, I paused, and looked to around to see if anyone had heard me yell to my dawgs.

Luckily, no one did, lest I be tagged as crazy-Dr.-Doolittle-guy.

Thankfully, they retreated in to their hole.

Then, a few days later, I see Black Cat.

Black Cat is this crazy roaming outdoor cat, that is a predator over the neighborhood.

I have seen him stalk squirrels [my other peeps], and actually catch a bird, and run off with it in its mouth.

So lo and behold, when I saw Black Cat prowling around my dawgs' neighborhood, I became concerned.

But then I thought, 'do cats eat prarie dogs?'

I hope not.

Luckily, the dawgs retreat to their underground kingdom.

Alas, my dawgs are safe.