Growing up,
we had a foxhole in our backyard.
Several of them, actually.
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I was always very curious
and checked them many times
for atheists. But no luck.
Not one was to be found.
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All I could find was a family of cute foxes.
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Suffering
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long
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soul.
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Winnie (age 14)
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As the saying goes, there are no atheists in foxholes. Only foxes. And they were probably praying you weren’t collecting foxtails.
They got no trouble from me. Thanks, Pam
It got dark at the end, but Winne brought back the light. Soo cute!
I have been told she is very sweet. And she collects socks. Winnie is showing off her latest find in the photo. Thanks, Janny.
So that is where all my socks went. Winnie can keep them. 😄
(1) So there were only foxes in the foxholes. Did you check out the spider holes, or does arachnophobia prevent you from investigating?
(2) Born in 1970, we had an Old English Sheepdog named Sir Winston Marco Polo, but we always called him Winnie.
Do spiders makes holes? Winnie is a much kinder name. Thanks, David
So profound.
Haha. Thanks, Mitch
Or should I say “deep”?
Now that is closer to the truth. And thanks again, M.
Bravo Barton, Bravo
Thanks, Bob
:) Winnie is adorable!
From the stories I’ve heard — yes, she is! Thanks, mm
Great part 2.
I will pass your kind regards on to the owners. Thanks, E Sum
When Ike was Commander in Chief, I was digging a foxhole in the woods behind my tent, with my GI entrenching tool, at Fort Knox, Kentucky, on a bivouac in basic training to relieve oneself of K-rations. I may have been the only non-believer in my platoon, if not the only one in Kentucky, but I couldn’t profane the name of their Lord and all of his relatives like some true believers did every time an entrenching tools struck gold.
That is hilarious, E Sum. Great story. Of course, my only experience was actual foxholes, and within them only actual foxes. And thank heavens. And thank E Sum, as well.
I thank heavens too, George, amen. I saw some wild foxes in LA, on locations in the hills. You were lucky to have one or more that dug your own backyard, where writer’s gold is buried.
Dark and funny. Love it.
Thanks, fw, I really appreciate it.
I had a similar experience when I checked a room with a spider in it, for feminists. No luck.
Thanks for reading, N. It’s good to hear from you.
Awww, Winnie is adorable! That’s just the kind of bed our Bean would curl up in even though he’s too big for it lol. Our backyard is currently full of WW1 foxholes, or possibly bomb craters, courtesy of his and his sister’s digging activities out there …
Hey! Thanks, James! And I apologize for the delay in my response to you.
Dark ! Good 👍🏼
Thanks, Priti! And I apologize for the delay in responding to you.
🙏🏼😊💐
Groundhogs may have had a field day in your backyard. Winnie is adorable. 🐕
I would’ve been delighted to have had a few. And I apologize for my delay in responding. Thanks, Nancy!
Not all atheists hide in holes— in fact I don’t know many that do.
Well, I did check the attic, too, but that was mostly for ghosts. And thanks, Kenneth
For decades I have battling moles in my yard although I have never seen one dead or alive. Eventually I switched to inhumane strategies without guilt because I knew I would never catch one anyway. Then I read your post and realized that maybe I had foxholes. So I asked the guy at the Poise Zen booth what I could use to control the Atheist Foxes in my yard. He said in Washington State that only have Agnostic Foxes. The treatment is expensive but he ordered some Foxy Jackets for them to wear. I paid half up front and pay the other half when he delivers them.
Brilliant. Thanks, Geoff. I am happy to hear from you.
Praying atheists in foxholes… I thought sure you would find some!
I was looking for pirate treasure, too, but didn’t find any of that either. Thanks, M