It's almost impossible to concentrate on anything with the dilemma of Weinergate still hanging over the country. Every time I turn on the TV it's "Weiner this" and "Weiner that." Frankly I'm sick of the whole Weiner thing and wish it would quickly go away. There are important issues facing the country including the economy and even illegal immigration.

Speaking of illegal immigration, I had to do some border protection of my own a few days back. The illegal came in the form of a black-tailed prairie dog and the border was my property. Prairie dogs surround my property, but the nearest colonies sit about a half mile away in all directions. Of course, pioneers test the waters, and when they do the hunt is on.

Sharon, Katelyn and I were mountain biking when Sage started to go crazy in the roadside ditch. Crazy antics from our dog is nothing new, but the big furry rodent darting out in front of her definitely caught our attention. It was a prairie dog!

With Sage's help in corralling the pudgy rodent I jumped off the bike and started some kung fu moves that would even make Grasshopper take notice. I had to because I wasn't carrying a firearm. Imagine seeing a middle-aged man and his dog running in circles from ditch to ditch chasing a monster rat on steroids. Yes, it's a redneck world at the end of my road.

A few minutes later the border was once again secured and I didn't have to worry about waking up to the addition of suburban prairie dog sprawl in my front yard ... and pasture.

One more thing: If any photos of the incident surface on the Internet, I'll deny the incident ever happened in true Weiner fashion.

 
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