You all know my love affair with squirrels and how they torment me. Well, now one is after our little 6 month old Yorkie, "Murphi." Yesterday Murphi was out in the backyard doing her thing...eating sticks; yipping at dogs 5 times her size, and generally ignoring me when it was time to come in.
We have a Maple tree in the center of our backyard, and lo and behold, up about 10 feet in the first branch of the tree is Sasquatch Susie Squirrel, who happens to be a mother in waiting.
Murphi, being ever diligent and protective of her domain, sees Sasquatch Susie in the tree and now the hunt is on. Susie,btw, is very pregnant. I'm watching from the deck with my winter jacket and hat on, (it's still snowing here), and this is how the drama unfolds:
Murphi spots Susie and immediately goes to the base of the tree and yips with all her might.
Sasquatch Susie sees Murphi and figures out that this critter isn't much bigger than she is, sooooooooo...the hunt is on.
Murphi is at the base on the west side of the tree. Susie is clinging head down, about 8 feet up, on the east side.
Murphi feints right and looks left around the tree........nothing!
Susie feints to her right and looks left around the tree.......nothing!
This goes on for several minutes until Sasquatch Susie pulls the old "double fake" move, and now is looking at Murphi's butt end. Murphi has no idea what has just happened, but in less than 2 seconds she has one mad, bitchy, pregnant squirrel biting her butt.
Murphi heads for the safety of Daddy (me), and Susie only turns away from her attack when she spots me.
Murphi is still in shock....I ask her if she wants to go outside and she looks at me and bites my ankle. Gonna have to enroll her in some self-defense classes.
Anyone for a Weenie Roast?