Ah, a break in the clouds, no rain for a little while. Midday walkie time!
Ah, pretty leaves. So many colors.
They’re EVERYWHERE. Soft on my tootsies.
But wait… what’s that?
Perhaps with your human eyes, you cannot see him. But I could feel his presence, see him, smell him. A squirrel is in this tree, and he’s throwing things at me.
He’s here, I know it – I can smell his frisky little nose and his twitchy little tail. And those acorns are still hitting me in the head.
LET ME AT HIM MAMA!!! I CAN GET THAT PESKY SQUIRREL!!!
Perhaps you have won this battle, my little furry friend, for I cannot climb this tree and whoop your squirrel butt. But if you venture down, YOU ARE MINE