The Partial Observer by Jennifer Hill
My Own Groundhog Day
Before my family and I moved to Oneonta in 2018, we had either lived in a big city or near one. We believe cute, furry wildlife should be left to frolic as in a Disney movie and not hunted by our large pit bull, Sherlock. But our delicate urban sensibilities may have changed.
On June 30, I had just sat down on our back deck to relax after work when Sherlock flushed a groundhog from under the deck and tore down the hill after it. I jumped up and ran down after him, yelling uselessly at him to stop.