The Digginest Dog

"Boy oh boy oh boy, this is a hot one! I'm gonna get this one, yessiree!"
"Happy is diggin'!"

"Dere he goes, lookit dat dirt fly!"

"Man, dis is gonna take fo-evah..."

"Stand back, kid, this is gettin' serious..."

"ALRIGHTY NOW, dat's mo like it! Go, Happy, go!"

"I'm gonna see if it's deeper on da udder side..."

No, Max, no! Don't go...

...behind him. You'll get...

...buried in flying dirt. Uh. Too late.

"That kid has no patience! Ya gotta have STAMINA for this business!"

"Gramma, my boots got filled with DIRT!"

"PATIENCE! TENACITY! TECHNIQUE! This is only a job for a REAL dog!

"PATIENCE! TENACI... oh, I already said that. Well, the proof is in the hole..."

"Hey, gramma, lookit Happy! He's headed foh China!"

"Happy, c'mon. How LONG is dis gonna TAKE? "

"As long as it takes, kid, as long as it takes. Ya don't measure a dog by how LONG it takes, it's how DEEP ya go that counts!"

"Well, how 'bout if I help ya? I can do dat, I can. MOVE OVAH, Happy. Hey! MOVE IT!"

"I AM movin' it! Take a look at that dirt, that stuff's MOVIN'!!!!"

"Hey, gramma, look what we did!"

"Whaddaya mean, WE?? "

"Do ya see it yet? It's there, I know it's there..."

"Gramma, tell Mom I'm in da hole!"

(which was a good idea, since mom was getting ready to drive the 'Burb right over the top of where he was...and there was no way she would spot that noggin from the driver's seat...)

When Happy finally extracted the critter, it was from the "backdoor"...which involved digging ANOTHER hole, about 10 feet from the first one.

Tenacious. Ya.

Than fetched the gun to make sure the little critter wasn't tortured to death by Happy slobbers. By the time he got there, it was too late. There was no mourning. We would like to see a total absence of those pesky Confederate Ground Squirrels - they make holes, they eat the garden, they cause normal (?) dogs to lose all perspective and reason. Along with any confederates who happen to be in the game.

"Told ya, told ya! I KNEW it was there!"

Good dog, Happy.