I'll tell you more about the squirrels. The guy who posed for yesterday's Picture Perfect post isn't the only squirrel who lives in my back yard. There's a little chipmunk-looking fellow, too, who's been here for a couple-three years ... and now he's got a runty little mate. I will have to try to get their pictures some time. Those two are TINY little squirrels, but they don't get bigger as the years go by, so I've realized they ARE NOT babies.
Anyway, squirrels live here for two reasons:
1. To eat, throw, tear apart, bury in the garden, and make a general mess with walnuts.
2. To taunt my cocker spaniel.
"SQUIRREL !!!!!" cries my son.
Dog HUUURLS self against sliding glass door.
"Woof ,woof, woof, woof, big-bad-I'm-a-fierce-dog woof !!!!"
Squirrel sticks out tongue.
Squirrel comes up on porch and looks in sliding glass door.
Dog HUUURLS self against sliding glass door.
"Woof ,woof, woof, woof, big-bad-I'm-a-fierce-dog woof !!!!"
Squirrel munches walnut. Sticks out tongue at dog.
Sometimes, just for kicks, a couple squirrels tag-team-torment my dog.
Once, my husband actually let her out to chase them. The squirrels simply climbed the fence (same fence as in the Picture Perfect post from yesterday), stuck out their tongues, flipped their tails, and trotted up to the neighbor's garage roof, then sailed down the street from tree branch to tree branch.
The dog thought she was TRULY big-and-bad. Kicked some squirrel butt, did she. Serious squirrel butt-kicking. Mess with me, will ya?
I've got other squirrel stories. Maybe I'll write them another day.
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