When my now-deceased dog was young and spry, he went on a crazy groundhog-killing spree for two summers in a row. Apparently, I live on a property with a lot of groundhogs (my house abuts a golf course) and the groundhogs loved my neighbor’s garden. Well, no more. Those two summers, it was a groundhog holocaust. I don’t even remember how many my dog killed, but it was easily more than five.
Still, I’ve always liked groundhogs. They’re adorable, they’re so fat, and they basically half-waddle and half-slither because they’re so close to the ground. Today is Groundhog Day and here in America, we wait to see what Punxsutawney Phil has to say about winter. If Phil “sees his shadow,” that means we’ll get six more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, spring comes early. Well that thick motherf–ker saw his shadow this morning. So, winter is coming. Hopefully, it’s not nuclear winter.
I hope you enjoy the groundhog photos!
Photos courtesy of Getty.