If You Can't Say Anything Nice...

Smokey and the Bandit

Or, "Say hello to my little frien'."











With the weather getting nice, each day one of us whispers the word "squirrel" and Smokey barrels for the back door and then rushes out to protect the house and to protect the bird feeder. The squirrel, being lighter and fleeter of foot, rushes across the top of the snow, and if Smokey tries it she plunges in. So then she comes back to wait near the feeder, and the squirrel eventually comes for a visit. Smokey will stand like that for about ten minutes, although the squirrel will go back and forth.

Of course, if Smokey ever caught the squirrel, we suspect she'd only want to play, based on how she used to be with the hamster.

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