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It's his squirrel you can't roll in it.
Aug. 6th, 2005 01:34 pmJust back from the dogpark, sun exposure like that is contraindicated but my dogs were desperate for some park time. The needed to get out. I tried to keep to the shade and be covered but I think I got a sunburn on the back of my neck which means I am going to feel a bit yucky later today.
When we got home there was a big vulture in our front yard, bigger than tipareth, With the insouciance of an suburban carrion eater it just moved to the other side of the tree but didn't leave my yard. The dogs were KEENLY aware of his presence and I carfefully got out so I wouldn't interfere and the dogs projectile vomited out of my truck.
Clyde almost got him, despite suffering the deficit of being in the back area and having to shove through saladin and tipareth, another 6-8 feet and he would had a taste of tailfeathers. Saladin however was the smart one and got to sniff the dead squirrel it was packing on. Not wanting them to be really nasty I hollered them in the house, yelling "It's his squirrel, you can't roll in it!"
When we got home there was a big vulture in our front yard, bigger than tipareth, With the insouciance of an suburban carrion eater it just moved to the other side of the tree but didn't leave my yard. The dogs were KEENLY aware of his presence and I carfefully got out so I wouldn't interfere and the dogs projectile vomited out of my truck.
Clyde almost got him, despite suffering the deficit of being in the back area and having to shove through saladin and tipareth, another 6-8 feet and he would had a taste of tailfeathers. Saladin however was the smart one and got to sniff the dead squirrel it was packing on. Not wanting them to be really nasty I hollered them in the house, yelling "It's his squirrel, you can't roll in it!"
