Ok, so you know that I don't like snakes. I've posted numerous times about how I don't like snakes, hate snakes and generally freak out when I see one. I'm actually better than I used to be! I now try to chop off their heads instead of running away screaming. I guess I'm just getting old and mean!
Most people have dogs that will stand between them and a snake. Not me. Oh no! I have a very large, very fierce looking, very scary bark sounding, black german shephard who is more scared of snakes than me! Of course, if you are a Merlin-type looking man (grey beard wearing a wand), she's going to tear you to pieces. Think the bug man, the cable man...any man that is carrying something that looks like a stick! Someone in her, before us, life must have been mean to her and that someone must have been an older man with a beard. Anyway, she'll protect me from any human, squirrel, mole or deer(if I tell her too, if not, she'll stand on the porch and watch them) but she draws the line at snakes.
The other day, I found a teeny tiny black snake taking a nap in my garden. I have gotten better because as long as the black snake is not fifty-eleven feet long, I'll take it on an airplane trip into the woods using my rake. I just wrap it around the rake and 'fling' straight into the woods where it can live happily ever after eating all sorts of other mean snakes. Well, I found this little thing and called Kate, who was guarding the entrance to the garden so an armadillo couldn't sneak up on me, to see the snake. She came running over, tail up and wagging. When I pointed out the snake and said 'get it', she dropped her tail, whined and took off running out of the garden and onto the back porch. I couldn't get her to come off that porch!
I think my dog is more afraid of snakes than me.....oh yeah!
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