Walked Ellie to the post office this morning. Yes, doggie to the post office; Trish there likes to visit with her. It's the other, young fellow who's afraid of dogs. Same with Mike Miller MailMan. And MailMan owns a dog! Those guys just give off vibes, I guess.
So, anyway. We had a lovely, long walk that was punctuated by a visit with Zadie, the rottweiler across the street, and her owner. She was pretty tired when we headed back home, so I let out the leash in hopes she would potty one last time.
A squirrel was waiting on the porch! Ellie decided to show who's boss, and chased it into the plant flats left in the sun by Husband RJ. I moved forward to protect the flats and their precious baby plants. The next thing I knew, I was eye to eyeball with the squirrel, perched on the handrail. We both froze. Then the squirrel jumped right at me, bounced off my shoulder and booked a quick flight to the side yard.
Even if I had a camera, I couldn't possibly catch the scene, except maybe the closeup of a squirrel eye. But I do have proof of its escape by my shoulder. Except for the one freckle (where I was kissed by my guardian angel), all the marks are courtesy of our bushy-tailed interloper.
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Little Pond
4 comments:
Where is Bullwinkle the Moose when you need him?
Wow, a close encounter, squirrely.
we can presume that, if the skin was broken, you disinfected it?
(For one thing, you don't want to give the poor squirrel any human diseases. *8D )
tom
Absolutely. Don't forget that this is quintessential rabies country. This squirrel was just a usual visitor whom we surprised. The fact that he simply jumped over me, so to speak, was a sort of proof of his relative nonchalance.
Love you, Bro.
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