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"Get the gopher!"
Rusty
yelled in encouragement. "
Gopher tasty treat!"
he added.
Rusty was pleased to see his pal Tyler gopher hunting.
What fun that was for a young dog.
Everyone said gophers were good eating. Mr. Poot tossed one
to his German shepherd and the dog wolfed it down like it
was one
of those tiny burgers from White Castle.
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All of Rusty's cat swore by
fresh gopher meat as the most yummy of all food. They ate
lots of them.
When his cats had fully bellies from an abundant gopher hunt
they'd give Rusty one or two. It was nice that they thought
of him by sharing like that.
"What sweet cats I have to give me fresh yummy gophers!"
Rusty often said.
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Tyler was hot on the hunting trail! It was a fine Saturday
evening. The air was cool but without a breeze.
Rusty let go of the nylon long line so Tyler could run back
and forth along gopher ridge trying to grab a gopher near
the surface.
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Tyler hunted and hunted. He was having big fun for a dog.
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The almond orchards were a magical place that Rusty
considered to be sacred.
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Tyler sniffed and he sniffed the scent of those dirt digging
rodents. He dug into the fresh tunnels.
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Gophers were no fools.
They'd been evolving by
Darwinian evolution for eons to out wit cats & dogs.
Tyler was young so he had time to learn the tricks of
catching gophers. Maybe not eons, though.
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Rusty waited patiently
while his pal Tyler excavated
various rodent homes.
It was getting darker and darker. It was chilly but Rusty
had on his warm blanket like coat. Tyler, or course, had a
warm German Shepherd coat of thick fur.
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"Hey Tyler!
Let's go home!"
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It was time to get out of the lonely access roads of the
orchards.
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Tyler ran along behind Rusty as he navigated the scooter
through the orchards back towards home.
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