Word to your Mother

I don't generally read e-mails that contain Fw: fw: fw: in the subject line (or even one Fw:, truth be told), but I'm so glad I opened this one.

My house has a population of extremely active squirrels, due to me living by a creek and having a yard full of mature oak trees.

Having watched the dogs stalk the occasional sassy squirrel (they sometimes taunt the dogs from the relative safety of a branch or the not-so-safe location of the fenceline), this one cracked me up.

I so wish my dogs spoke English so I could show them this post as a cautionary tale. Ah, well - perhaps the imagery will translate to them, Sonja Fitzpatrick-style.

I'll admit that I found myself laughing at this dog, until I realized that a squirrel flying out of a tree to attack me would scare the holy bajeez outta me, and I too would flee in fear and horror.

Well done, attack squirrel. Well done.

Survival of the fittest (due to good genes):