Saturday, May 14, 2011

In the trenches

To whom it may concern,

Send reinforcements. We've dug in here but the natives are relentless. May be forced to retreat.

Yours truly,


Friday, April 22, 2011

Between jobs

So one of the housemates, the one with the longer legs, has been staying home a lot lately. Something about being between jobs. He has a lot of time on his paws. We walk longer in the morning. I like that. Then he added a second even longer walk in the late afternoon. I liked it a lot. At first. Then they got longer. And they come rain or shine. And it's all business. I can hardly get a sniff in edgewise.

Meanwhile, The natives are staking out their territory. Mine is unguarded during peak territory grabbing hours. I can't really tell him that I have work to do. Sort of sounds a little insensitive. So we walk. And walk. Did I mention I'm nine years old? Not a pup. I was feeling it in my hips.

Today, good news. Long legs won't be between jobs much longer. Come May 10, I'm back full time on yard patrol. May 10. That's a long way away. My hips can tell you that...

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Mission Accomplished

Saw native. Pursued. Leaped. Cleared. Even easier than I thought. House mates not happy. Native eluded me, but knows not to wave his tail and give me the raspberries again.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Spring fever

Really, now. How is a guy supposed to get any work done around here? It's finally spring and I've finally got some footing to chase down the natives and the house mates put this fence up. Something about protecting what's left of the grass. I have news for the house mates: winter pretty much put a nail in the lawn's coffin. I've been able to clear the fence in the past, but this year one of the house mates stacked one fence on top of the other. So here I sit, listening to the native squirrels taunt me...

..oh well, from the looks of the construction job I think I only have to wait until the first good storm comes along. Then, it's roasted squirrel legs all around....

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Life in the trenches

It's been a while. Last time I checked in it was 85 degrees in October. Two months later it's snow that's shoulder high on a Great Dane. Stayed that way ever since. So I've been spending all my time running the trenches. Round and round, up and down. The natives think I'm just playing games. I'm not. As soon as they come down here, they'll find that out. Here's what I've been up to. Over and over. Round and round. Up and down.....

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010


...that low-down squirrel who clipped my nose with a hedge trimmer has to come back down out of that tree. And I'll be waiting for him. Or, ahem, her...