April 10th 2008 1:25 pm
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?What the?

Now, I understand that we live in the woods and that there are certain things that go along with living in such an area. For instance, it was no surprise when Tucker got a stick lodged in his mouth the autumn before last and that I ended up covered in over 130 ticks last summer.
There are perks, of course. Like finding (and proceeding to play keep away with) turkey and deer legs. (I've caught wind of a legend that before I came to my furever family my big brother Tuckie came home with a half-rotted deer skull. Hmmmm.....)

So we've established the perks and pitfalls of woodland life. But a most recent development in our backyard is threatening to send me over the edge. He goes by the name of Frank. Frank the squirrel.

That dirty devil is bold as brass. I can handle (ok, barely) squirrels dancing around where the edge of the woods meets our backyard. That being said, I CANNOT stand for Frank the squirrel running along our back deck.

He taunts me, I tell you!

I've never seen sassy little thing, all scurrying and looking around all innocent-like, all the while knowing that we are just rolling on the floor with desperation! He pays no heed to our barks. He makes no motion to run like the scared little rodent he should be.

I tell you what, I try my hardest to be a doggie-pacifist but I think I've met my match. I've tried to self-medicate with a rawhide- a distraction- anything- but to no avail. Time for plan B.

My first movement is find a way to get around that door with the screen in it. I think I may have Tucker work on distracting the humans and then I'll just throw my little Thai body right through that thing. (Picked up some moves while watching Thai fighting on the mean streets of Bangkok. Watch yourself.) From there, a chase will ensue. The plan is to take Frank out and have my way with him. Not sure exactly what I'll do- the only neck I've ever broken was that of a stuffie at home- oh, and almost my own one day when Tucker was chasing me and I wasn't looking where I was going. But still.

Yep. That's about it. I'll keep you posted. I need to go stretch now so I don't pull anything while trying to pull this Frank hoist off.

Wagging with anticipation and waiting for the right moment...

Bpui