In any event, I will spell it the traditional way, but please pronounce it the German way in your head as you read this.
The squirrels are ramping up their activity--Fall's here and they have to really start thinking about stocking up for Winter. I've hung out a mesh bird feeder, stocked with sunflower seeds, on our pergola. So of course the squirrels go for that. And drive Dieter batty.
"Mom. Mom. MOM. It's a squirrel. It needs to be chased." I try to give the squirrels a head start before letting Dieter out. Lloyd does not--he refers to squirrels as bushy-tailed-rats and is 100% on the dog's side. I don't think Dieter has any murderous intent, but boy they make him run fast.
Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel. OH BOY!!
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| Another feeder, yet this guys needs chasing, too. |
Dieter has developed a bad habit, though (ok, he has more than 1 bad habit but I'm not going to take time to count them now). We have a sliding glass door in the family room and he gets a clear view of the offending squirrels. He leaps at the door and I can hear his claws raking against the wood and the glass.
I'm forever yelling: NO!! OFF! LEAVE IT! He does what he's told, but evidently there's a 30-second rule. "I did what you said but the squirrel's still there, so all bets are off."
Today was the best though. I was on the couch and Dieter was leaping around like he was on a pogo stick. I gave him the command to knock it off and he did. Plus, he ran over, hopped on the couch next to me, gently put his paw on my hand, and gave the hand a lick.
He quickly went back to the sliding door, but I've got to hand it to him--the guy's got charm. It was if he was very gallantly patting my hand and giving me a little kiss. "There, there, my dear. No need to get all riled up."
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