Squirrel woof woof woof

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! I got a dead squirrel! Woof! Woof! Woof! Today Russell and I had a squirrel trapped in one of our aspen trees by the back fence. Then our lady, tired of our incessant barking, came to drag us into the house. While she tried to catch Russell, who usually follows requests like that better than I do, I slipped behind the pottery studio.

Then, I pranced around to the grass to show my lady with a previously dead squirrel in my mouth. Yum! My lady was impressed by how strong and yet how soft my bite was. She had to use a broomstick wedged into the back of my mouth to softly pry my jaw open, and she was impressed when the squirrel fell out of my mouth that I hadn't broken or even dented the skin while holding it.

I was sad to lose the squirrel, but those 10 minutes were heavenly! And I got a tasty duck snack in trade for the gamey squirrel. Woof!

Reading night at the library

This is me at Centennial Library waiting for another kid to read a book to me. Woof.

Russell nears sleep

Nothing's cozier on a winter's day than a cardigan babushka and an armpit scratch.