that damn dog

the Great Twitter Wars Part 2

I was already indignant with the mockingbirds eating all my blueberries.

This morning I woke up to another indignity. I caught a great big ole fat squirrel on my feeder (not John’s lesser, rejected one) and that little sonovagun was eating the birdseed right out of the top of the feeder.

How in the world did he get that open?

Let me tell you he was going to town in there, too. I did a double take when I first saw it because I wasn’t sure it was, in fact, a squirrel. Oh, yes it was, and that little chunky monkey was getting fatter on my nickel. Um, birdseed.

The cardinals were a little put out by it, too, because they were dive-bombing the feeder like a bunch of World War II aces.

It was rather entertaining right up until I’d remember I was insulted by the squirrel, then I’d be all mad again and everything.

Of course, I wasn’t so mad that I didn’t see the hilarity of it, so I grabbed the camera so I could share it.

Because I love you like that, dear reader.

three strikes…yer out!

Fantastic.

I’ve managed to set off the alarm THREE TIMES THIS WEEK. It’s only Thursday.

Besides feeling put out and totally stupid, I’ve now become that guy at the alarm company. I called to report the false alarm, and the agent laughed, laughed, and asked if I was walking the dog again.

Well, it’s nice to know that I bring some joy to other people’s day.

Meanwhile, I now know who to really blame…

 

 

r.i.p. Poker

My mom and dad’s faithful poochie, Poker, a.k.a. Poketon died today. My dad sent this picture:

poker

My uncle, Emi, eulogized the poochie much better than I could. Poker was a constant companion, in the true sense of constant, which for a dog, I suppose, means unconditional love. His peos will be missed.

am I terrible person? (I’m not really interested in your answer)

I live in a neighborhood with a lake that is bisected by a causeway. When I come home from work I cut across the causeway and there is usually some kind of wildlife giving an entertaining show.

Three turtles hang around on a log that juts out in the middle of the lake, and there’s usually a heron standing along the banks. Now that summer is approaching, the ducks and their little ducklings can also be seen swimming across the lake in single file.

Sounds like a lovely Disney moment, doesn’t it?

Right up until the geese arrived and started pooping everywhere.

It gives me a great deal of pleasure to speed across the causeway and scatter them. Ha!

Am I terrible person?

(Lisa, breathe deeply–I would never hurt them).