I know one day I called my dogs in to let the squirrels do what they wanted. The squirrels through a missy fit. I let my dogs out. While hanging from their tails and feet and waving their hands the squirrels would sound a few barks while my dogs sat looking up at them. My dogs would then bark at them. Their fun went on for hours. Every now and then they do it again.
If only the critters would knock. This is the time of year the field mice and raccoons start looking for winter homes – time to set mice traps, and sprinkle the boat with moth balls & Irish Spring.
I had a squirrel scratch at my door once. He waited on the top step until I got him a cookie, then put the cookie in his mouth and ran off. Never saw him again.
Squirrels have no sense of shame. I’ve had them run across a parking lot and leap onto my leg, clamber all over me when I’m lying prone shooting close-ups of flowers, and generally disrespect the heck out of me.
Nachikethass over 5 years ago
Let Peekaboo out!
heathcliff2 over 5 years ago
I know one day I called my dogs in to let the squirrels do what they wanted. The squirrels through a missy fit. I let my dogs out. While hanging from their tails and feet and waving their hands the squirrels would sound a few barks while my dogs sat looking up at them. My dogs would then bark at them. Their fun went on for hours. Every now and then they do it again.
Geophyzz over 5 years ago
If only the critters would knock. This is the time of year the field mice and raccoons start looking for winter homes – time to set mice traps, and sprinkle the boat with moth balls & Irish Spring.
jagedlo over 5 years ago
Squirrel should be glad that he didn’t knock on a door of a house that would have greeted him with a shotgun….
peteski1 over 5 years ago
I had a squirrel scratch at my door once. He waited on the top step until I got him a cookie, then put the cookie in his mouth and ran off. Never saw him again.
CYGNUS X1 over 5 years ago
And no boundaries!
Wichita1.0 over 5 years ago
Squirrels have no sense of shame. I’ve had them run across a parking lot and leap onto my leg, clamber all over me when I’m lying prone shooting close-ups of flowers, and generally disrespect the heck out of me.