Dillon, day 147 of my life in DC!

Image credit: Mike Olness

Dillon, day 147 of my life in DC!
2 min read

Sunday, 5 March 2017

The squirrels are everywhere! Now that the flowers are starting to come out and Dad has refilled all the bird feeders, the squirrels think it is time to invade. Today, when Micky and I were trying to get a quick nap on the couch, one of the little peanut stealers even hopped up on the top deck. So, I decided it was time to do something about it. Nap time was OVER!

I wasn’t going to let a single squirrel anywhere near the yard. To get the best vantage point to see the whole yard, I sat, ramrod straight, on the couch and looked out the back door. You might ask why I didn’t just hide on the deck, so I had easy access to chase after any offending rodents. Well, it was barely 40 degrees yesterday, with a lot of wind. So, I sat in comfort on the couch while I waited. Although I don’t give Dad a lot of credit, sometimes I realize he’s actually pretty crafty. All winter long, the squirrels have been taunting Micky and me from the other side of the fence. They would get close, but never close enough for us to snatch one. Once Dad filled the bird feeders, the squirrels have been a lot more eager to venture into the yard. I’m pretty sure Dad set up the bird feeders where he did, so that Micky and I would have a shot at them. Every time I saw one of the little furballs creeping into the yard, I ran over to the back door, hopping up and down to let Dad know I wanted out. As soon as the door was opened, I started running as fast as I could for them, screeching all the way. I came pretty close a couple of times, but not as close as I would like. Dad says I need to learn to be stealthy, whatever that means. He thinks I would have a lot more luck if I didn’t make a peep until I was right on a squirrel. He may have a point, but I want those things to hear my war cry and know I mean business. It is going to be a long summer and Micky and I will have to defend against an enemy with far greater numbers than ours, but we’re up for it. I do it with pride. Micky, I’m pretty sure, does it for the possibility of a snack. Either way, those squirrels better watch their step.

comments powered by Disqus