This is a photo of my daughter Bobbie Lang. She is three years old and just loves to spend time with her dog Billy at the lot. Bobby loves to play in the rocks so we make sure that she keeps her life vest on at all times. In fact we let her wear it each and every day of her life because we want to make sure she won't drown.
Bobby likes to stand around and watch things and when I snapped this photo she was watching mommy skin and gut a muskrat on one of the nearby rocks. Mommy loves her new buck-knife and she was very excited when I snared a muskrat by the shore. She keeps the knife sheathed and strapped to her calf, just above her boot.
The water is pretty cold now and Bobby Lang still refuses to wear pants. But you know how kids are these days. We used to be able to keep the other ones dressed but they always managed to drown long before they reached Bobby's age.
Yeah these days Bobby doesn't stray too far from the fire and when we can, we try to keep her in the sod hut tucked back in the cedar grove nice and far from the lake. Billy the dog does a pretty good job of keeping the mice out, but he digs up too much dirt trying to get each and every last one. Between this and the times that Bobby secretly pees in there the floor can get pretty muddy.
The muskrat looks a lot smaller without its skin and insides and I am going to try and make a mitt out of the hide for Bobby. Once the snow flies she's going to need more than just a life jacket to keep her warm and safe. But if I have anything to do with it our daughter won't be allowed to run around outside this winter with just a life jacket on, even if I have to skin the dog.
So that's about it for now. The wife is giving me the evil eye, she doesn't understand me doing all of this writing. She says it scares her. She says a man is supposed to be living the simple life and not to be spending to much time in his own head. She says that's what makes animals crazy. That they are trapped inside their own head and can't talk. She says that's the difference between us and them.
Monday, November 28, 2005
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