Making Do

No coyotes today. It may be that I drove them off this morning with some serious barking and swearing. About four a.m.

Never look back.

I was appalled to learn how much they pay R., the so-called Gopher Man. Can you imagine driving about in a truck with Gopher Man stenciled on it? He has to use gas bombs and traps. I, for part, dig. Send the little monsters a message.

A sign up in Toro Canyon warned of bib cat, but I got no scent, and I do not bark at signs.

And so I made do with gophers.

Tomorrow is the promise of Deer Creek and an afternoon at campus. More suited to an accomplished dog.

Making do sucks.