So today, of course, would be the day that dad decided we needed to go a`hunting seals. You would think that he would at least show a little dignity and go on this fool's errand alone, but no... he always likes to take me with him. He says I am his good luck charm. I don't think that is much of a compliment considering that the total number of seals he has caught to date is zero despite the fact that I am constantly dragged along on the seal hunt. Anyhow, he says I might learn something and he is right in that respect. I have learned NEVER to try to hunt seals in Alberta. But then, I am not sure that that is a particularly useful lesson. It is sort of like learning that you shouldn't poke a sharp knife in your ear while you are eating a plate of spagetti.
Today, however, my father was very excited because he did the impossible: he caught his very first seal ever. Or so he thought. And that is how I found out that Dad doesn't know what a seal looks like. It came as quite a shock to me actually. As we were sitting eating the dinner that my father had so proudly cooked over an open fire, I really felt sorry for the rabbit. After all, it wasn't the rabbit's fault that dad couldn't tell a seal from a rabbit. What did the rabbit ever do? I thought it was a bit sad. And it could have used a bit more salt too.