No more wood chuckin'

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could out run a Corbin?

 

Let me tell you the story.

 

The momma wasn't feeling well Sunday morning, so her, Amelia, the puppies and I all snuggled in after breakfast until mid morning.  It was about 11am and we all rolled out of bed and the momma opened the door to let us all into the back yard.  The puppies went to frolic in the yard while Amelia and I both dashed under the back deck.  The momma figured my ball must have rolled under there, because this wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

 

However, our scurry under the deck lasted longer than normal, and when the momma realized that, she called my name.  Just then, Amelia ran out and was in full hunter mode, blocking the exit to the deck.

 

The momma started screaming "CORBIN!" and out I emerged from under the deck with a super large furry thing clamped between my jaws.  I got that nasty intruder!  Now, I was doing my best to concentrate on my job of making sure that furry beast would never step another unwanted claw onto our property, but it was a battle between my job as protector of our property and listening to the momma's screaming commands.  She kept screaming "CORBIN! DROP IT! DROPPP ITTT!" - so I did.  But, the nasty beast was still alive.  So, I looked at it, looked at the momma and gave her my best "Sorry for disobeying your commands" look, and I grabbed that sorry sucker and gave him a final shake.  I spit him out and walked away leaving him in the yard as a sign for any other intruders that dare think my yard is common property.

 

The momma screamed lots and lots of HBO words and my puppies were hiding behind her legs when Amelia and I came around, I was glad they were safe.  Amelia and I knew we were in trouble, so we went to hang out in our crates until the momma cooled down.  She called the dad and said lots of HBO words to him and told him that I left him a big furry present in the yard. 

 

So, I guess we'll never know how much wood that woodchuck would chuck.  The dad dug him a grave and he now lays in the Corbin's graveyard of unwanted beasts next to Squirrelly and Squally the Squirrels, Birda, Robin & Red the birds, Chippy the Chipmonk, Molly the Mouse and Peter the Rabbit. 

I sleep well knowing my yard is safe.

*Pictorial evidence of the massive size of the vicious beast is available upon request.