Eating Fido & Death By Anthill

I almost forgot to mention the little dog statue at the infantry museum where I moved the antique motorcycle. It was a statue of Furlough, the little doggie mascot of the unit that fought in the Battle of the Bulge. Furlough ran away during the battle, but what the plaque didn't mention (the curator filled me in) was that the Germans probably captured and ate the doggie because they were low on rations at the time. I was thrilled and amused to hear this.

Note: This is a major WWII battle. If you don't know about this battle, you should get on Wiki now!

Anthills are huge in the south! I see an ant hill the size of a small pancake in Michigan and I think, "Wow! Big ant hill." Here you actually need to mow around them. Doug fell into an ant hill several weeks ago and it had bad ramifications. Crazy. I smacked one with a shovel and some ground collapsed. I probably should have filled the hole with gravy.

We were released for the weekend around 4 PM civilian time (for my readers). I've run 4 miles, done some sprint drills, and practiced push ups and crunches today already, but I might try spinning or swimming this evening. We shall see! (wiggles eyebrows mischievously)