.... and if you're not careful where you step, you could trip over one of them. Give me a blessed break.
That's what happened last night. Correction. That's what happened in the middle of the early morning, somewhere between 1:00 and 4:00. No way to truly pinpoint the time because I've had interrupted sleep these past two nights and both nights have blurred into one. Explanation: we're on Puppy Time in this house.
But back to the armadillo. A slow-moving ridiculous-looking creature, and why the state of Texas chose that particular animal to be its State Animal is just beyond me. They're stupid and brainless and totally cowardly and that's what the Texas Powers That Be wanted as a recognized state-wide symbol? Once again: Give me a blessed break.
So there we were in the middle of the night, under a sky filled with zillions of stars, and I guess I was looking up at the stars and not looking down on the courtyard... and when my feet got to within six inches of a living breathing slow-moving armadillo I happened to look down and the flashlight beam was shining right into those beady eyes of that animal and that's when the armadillo decided it had better move... and so it did... nearly taking my left arm with it because Savannah's leash pulled that arm as she started to run towards the escaping armadillo and thankfully I had the presence of mind to hold tight to that leash because Savannah would probably still be running after that miserable critter. (And yes, that's a very good example of a run-on sentence but I don't rightly care.)
But on the bright side... the stars are glorious out here in this Country Bubble in the middle of the night. The sunrises have been exceptionally beautiful, and the sunsets are Van Gogh-worthy. And I've seen them all these past four weeks. Explanation: we're on Puppy Time in this house.
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