The chipmunks. They taunt him.
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| From Samson's yard |
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| From Samson's yard |
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| From Samson's yard |
He tries. Really hard.
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They scramble back and forth. So does he.
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| From Samson's yard |
And when he can't catch them, he rolls on his back.
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| From Samson's yard |
Who can blame him? The weather has been wonderful. He is loving it.
2 comments:
I can just imagine it. reminds me of our dog Kelly and her twice daily stalk down to the neighbors to try and get the squirrels. She crouches, stalks, runs and makes amazingly high leaps up the tree to get the squirrels. Of course they get away and then sit up in the tree and chatter at her. As my brother says, "the insolent bastards."
Lori
Lori,
I can just see your dog - the crouch, the frozen pose - it's all so fabulous to watch.
Some days, for Samson's sake, I wish he had wings and could take those insolent bastards out. :)
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