As winter approaches on the farm, things can get a little desolate. The birds flew south for the winter and all my furry little farm friends are hibernating.

Some days I wander around aimlessly just hoping to find a squirrel to chase, or sit longingly at one of my groundhog holes.

And then some days lady luck shines down on me and I find a dried up worm along my travels.

We play the epic battle of eternal debate as I contemplate whether or not to bury it.

Most times my impatient self wins out and I do what any cute little dachshund that longs for summer and furry animals to chase would do…

…I roll on top of that stinky little worm until I too smell like stink.

It’s not as good as chasing squirrels, barking at birds, or hunting groundhogs – but at least it’s something!

Sigh. Please come back furry friends, I promise I’ll give you a head start in our never ending game of chase.