Last night, Snappy came up to the grass and laid there and caused the entire neighborhood to go into a panic about him. We thought he had died – rumor was he either ate or was bit by a nutria that had been poisoned. All of this flew around the bayou in a matter of minutes.
The good news is that he is back, on the hunt, and alive and well.
And through it all the same neighborhood group talk went from Snappy support to Snappy be damned. It doesn’t matter if it is Swirl or an alligator – you got your nay’s and you got your yay’s.
I, for one, live in the world of yay and, oh what a difference to me!