My Dad poured some old cereal outside today and the squirrels were there within…
“What? Well, the squirrels eating the cereal happened a few minutes ago. No, I don’t believe I need a new title… Yes, yes, yes, I’ll get to my skills as a canine-therapist…yes, I will not forget to mention what happened at Patrick’s house. Isn’t there a National Geographic that needs to be read?”
My Dad is always sticking his nose in when I start posting to MY blog…mmmph. Well, anyway, I sat by the slider today watching the devil-may-care antics of six, maybe seven, squirrels, who were all jostling and positioning and arguing over which of them was going to sit on a pile of cereal My Dad had poured on the grass. A mere seven feet separates me from my furry tormentors; their tails twitching, all hunched up as they chow-down on the cereal. Last week by the dumpster, I out-smarted one of the garbage raiders…he chose the wrong exit point just as I was coming around the southwest corner of the trash enclosure. I had him in my front paws, like trying to juggle…..a moving squirrel! My Dad said that my squirrel catching efforts reminded him of Devil Sticks (see image).
My Dad keeps asking me,
“And what would you do if you caught a squirrel, is that really your goal, or, you just like to scare them?”
My Dad continues to be amazed and flabbergasted at my ability to size up dogs, male and female, engage in some subtle communication, and have them playing with me within five minutes. Although, I’ll have to admit, that getting the girls to play with me is pretty easy. Crabby dogs, aggressive dogs, shy dogs, and dogs with self-esteem issues are no match for me. A few pushes with my nose, backwards hopping, butt-up, head tilts and just ignoring them works the magic. If I haven’t convinced them within 5 minutes, or so, I sit down with my back to them – they can’t stand it. One Shi-Tsu, I met last month, whose name shall remain CONFIDENTIAL, was very yappy and snarly with me. So, I ignored him. Within minutes, while I was enjoying a chewy, he climbed on my back and started some suggestive movements – over and over and over – for the next hour. Next time I looked at him he was taking a nap, go figure! My Dad told me that Shi-Tsu was Chinese for moron…I’ll have to Google that.
Oh yes, I was a Patrick’s for a post-Thanksgiving dinner. Patrick and I are good friends but throw another canine into the mix and he becomes MR. BOSSMAN…a character flaw I must stay alert to. But Patrick does have a lot of toys and chew toys and I enjoyed rounding up those toys on the couch where I was relaxing.
And some sad news…my dog-friend Bob, the Shar-Pei, was walking with his mom, Mary (I like her a lot!), one morning, and he was attacked by an Akita who had pulled away from his owner. Bob was mortally wounded and was euthanized at the vet.
But, some good news also. Mary adopted a young Shar-Pei, last week. He is from Texas and barks with a d-r-a-w-l. He is an “open-carry” guy. He has had a tough beginning to his life and he can prove it – HE HAS ONLY THREE LEGS. I stopped by his new forever home two days after his arrival. He is a nice guy and we became friends immediately, go figure!