Regarding: The Dalton

It is Ice Road Squirrels out there.

I have mentioned before that we have a black walnut tree in the yard that the squirrels are quite fond of.  They send walnut shells down like green rain and even take a shot at the dogs with a walnut once in a while.

Well, the Walnut Road (Ice Road) is open.  The squirrels use the fence at the back of our yard to transport their nuts (OUR nuts, thieves) back and forth to wherever.  When the dogs threaten their route, they drop down behind the fence and run on the ground instead.  It INFURIATES the dogs.

Once in a while, a stupid squirrel (who are we kidding, they are all stupid) will venture into the open yard, up in the middle.  We wiggle the doorknob, bang on the window to give the squirrels some warning and then we UNLEASH THE HOUNDS.  I find it more than slightly amusing to watch the squirrels run for their lives.  They always take the longest route possible to the fence, reinforcing the whole all squirrels are stupid theory.  And then they run across the top.  One of these days, one of them is going to fall off.  Drop down, dumbass.

About nfoste2245

I am approaching 40 and have been married since my early 20's. I have become more than a little frustrated with having to answer incredibly personal questions about my choice to not have children. It is apparently taboo to talk about religion and politics, but confronting me about my reproductive choices is fair game. It is not a choice I made alone, quickly or lightly. My husband and I made it together. I am not "withholding" children or grandchildren from anyone. There is an astonishing lack of understanding over the idea that it is an actual choice, to have a child or not. There is also an amazing lack of support, discussion and resources for those like me, that have made the choice. This is not a blog for kid-haters, or mocking people for having kids. It is a place where we can talk about living full lives, without kids, and without guilt.

Posted on September 30, 2011, in Dogs, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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