The Squirrel Incident

It was shortly after five p.m. Bartley had eaten his dinner of special bits and dry kernels. My husband burst in the front door after work. Bartley always runs to play and greet him. They play and go out to the backyard. I had mentioned it was time to go out with him or let him out.

Please note: Bartley shoves and has to be the first one out. There he goes...sniffing the beautiful green rye grass. THEN it happened with the husband standing in plain sight. A squirrel (the big guy) ran up to the dog and bonked him on the nose with his nose. The audacity! The unabashed hit and run. Poor Bartley...too stunned to respond.

 He is the tough one. The squirrel chaser...I should say squirrels. They have their own subdivisions in the trees and are very well fed. Corn fed by our neighbors. The Stinky Boy spent his time out guarding and being alert for those bold beasties. None dared him today and his wicked hunting ego has been restored. That back yard and all the possessions are His.

This table should fix it. A safe spot from the evil beast of a squirrel. I know this is my yard....yes...mine, mine, all mine. This is my yard. My yard...ZZzzzzzz!