Hi again everybody. Now you're about to see how fast things can change. Today is Cheese Day. I hope you're all enjoying some of that most delicious food. But tomorrow is a day that we don't think deserves to be recognized. January 21st is Squirrel Appreciation Day. What!!! Who thought that up? Whoever came up with that day has one sick mind!
Squirrels come in a lot of flavors. Some are red, some are black and near here they have some white ones, but here at our house we have two flavors, gray....
and this mixed up red and gray one called a Fox-Squirrel. Don't try to confuse us, we know that's a squirrel in fox clothing.
Squirrels are mean creatures that like to torment dogs, and cats too, I think. They sit on the window ledge or the top of the fence or on low branches of the trees and make faces at us. If we try to ignore them like Mom tells us, then they yell bad words at us and call us names and sometimes throw things at us.
When we get a chance we chase them. The first time we caught one was before the pups were born. The stupid squirrel thought he'd walk across the yard while we were playing. Samba chased him back and forth across the yard till he got tired. All of a sudden he stopped running, stood up and grabbed his chest. Then he fell over,dead. Guess he was out of shape and had a heart attack. We all gathered around to look at him, but Mom took him away.
Lesson 1 - don't cross the dog yard unless you're in good shape.
The next time we caught a squirrel was just in the last year or two. We were playing in the yard and this dumb squirrel kept yelling bad things at Bailey. She tried to ignore him, so he came part way down the tree and called her a bad name. She just stood there and didn't do anything, so he came farther down the tree and just as he started to say something bad, she jumped up and grabbed him. Boy, he squealed like a little piggy. She brought him over to Mom and put him on the ground. He was so surprised that he just laid there blinking his eyes. He didn't know what hit him. Mom scooped him up in the poop scoop. He didn't like that at all and started yelling, but she heaved him over the fence. Guess we had the last laugh that time.
Lesson 2 - if you're busy talking trash,be sure you know where you are and who's listening.
We're not sure why Mom doesn't want us chasing these nasty creatures. As far as we can tell all they do is steal the bird food and chew on out deck.
There's a smaller economy size that Mom calls a chipmunk, but we know that it's just a squirrel in disguise. Does he really think those racing stripes will fool us?
These guys live under a big heavy rock in the yard. All of us together can't move that rock, but Morgan knows he's there and Morgan is our best squirrel watcher. She thinks that after a lizard appetizer, a nice entree of racing stripe squirrel would be really tasty. My money's on Morgan.
So only 24 hours after one of the best days f the year, we have to endure a day especially set to appreciate squirrels. Life isn't fair.
Till next time,your pal Fudge