Buckethead And The Squirrel

We have a dog, actually it’s supposed to be my daughters dog and it does love her but it also loves Chad, like in a creepy cuddle in bed wanna lick inside his mouth kind of way. Anyway I digress, Katrein loved this dog from day one and no matter what we suggested she named it Chocolate, not sure why, my daughter isn’t a huge fan of chocolate, and the dog being a Springer Spaniel is almost all white, my daughters reasoning, “well theres white chocolate too.” So I get the lovely job of standing on my porch yelling for the dog to come or trying to make it stop barking, picture grown woman on her back porch yelling. “Chocolate…come here Chocolate….come on Chocolate.” or better yet “Chocolate..would you shut-up, Chocolate knock it off and stop barking.” Yeah thanks to my daughter I am the town nut.

Chocolate has many quirks but one that she has had since a pup is playing with buckets, unlike other dogs who chase balls, Frisbees or chew on bones our dog will play only with buckets,

she tosses them up and catches them she will run full speed with one over her face she will growl and tease you with it and jump five feet high to get it from you. So when she was very young she was dubbed Buckethead by Chad and I.

She is also a notorious bird dog and has killed whole nests of birds and chases them out of the yard, last year she cornered a chipmunk on the porch. It was horrible, screaming, chattering thing, Chad had to finally go out and scare it towards the exit by the fence.

Today I went out on my porch, the dog layed in the grass looking at me, at the porch?.. I went into the house (last night a skunk had sprayed right in front of our house so I’m thinking….skunk??) I shut the door and watch the dog, she looks up, at the top of the porch, only a couple feet from where my head had just been.

I always kind of liked squirrels, thought they were kind of furry and cute, but really they are just fluffy rats, at least thats my opinion after watching it for so long. I got the dog in, assuming that would get it down so it would go away, I waited, and watched, and waited. After about two hours I called our local athorities for animal control, only to learn that our local animal control only handles cats and dogs. Thankfully the nice officer offered to come over and scare it for me.

He jaunted out there so fast I barely had time to snap a picture of him poking it with a stick, so I added the arrow so you could see brave mister police man poking my back yard menace.

Here is mister police man again, now he is done poking evil porch squirrel, he said it went away but I swear he looked up as he was finishing poking, so I am terrified to go outside now because there is a pissed off, poked, evil porch squirrel just waiting for me to come out so it can dive onto my head and grab at my eyeballs with those wicked long claws…eeeewww