What's wrong with rolling in poop?

So we had some company come over tonight--Grandpa with his dog Zoe and Tom. We had a nice dinner and we even got to go on a walk. After dinner I was outside with Nala, doing out normal perimeter check of the yard. I had the great idea to cloak my scent to better help me catch some squirrels. I think they know me too well now and scamper away when they sense I am coming. This morning I saw a squirrel by a pile of poop in our backyard. I am not sure if the poop was mine or Nala's, but we both got to thinking that we should roll around in it so our scents could be disguised. Well all went according to plan until we came in for a bit and Josh and Mandy saw that we had poop on our coats. Well, I will make a long story short--we had to take a bath and spent the rest of the night smelling like strawberry dog shampoo. 

On a brighter note, Zoe sat in Nala's cave under the table and pissed Nala off. It was awesome.

What I have always feared

They can fly. I have seen it on TV, but this is real. Squirrels can fly. And I am not talking about those exotic flying squirrels either. Everyone needs to be on the lookout for these creatures from hell that can fly. They are tricky little beasts. 

Anyway, it is raining cats and squirrels out there (I don't like using the term "cats and dogs" I think it is degrading to dogs) so I can't go out and chase any squirrels right now. It was storming so bad this morning I had to curl into a little ball and hide in Mandy's bed covers! It if wasn't thundering so bad out I would really like to go out there and sit in the rain in my tree fort. I feel like I am spying on squirrels when I sit in there. I know, I am awesome.  

Well, Nala is looking at me funny now, so I guess I better get off of my blog and get back to my usual past time of making fun of her on twitter. 

Chipmunk toy FOUND!

Several months ago we lost something very important to me and Nala: the Chipmunk toy. It was originally bought for me, but Nala (being the dog she is) stole it and wouldn't let me have it. She took it everywhere and of course, she eventually lost it. Well I was upset. I loved that toy. It looked and tasted like a real chipmunk. I prefer squirrels, but chipmunks aren't bad. We had assumed the worst for this toy thinking that it may have been torn apart by the lawn mower, or worse: the raccoon that lives in our chimney took it.

But alas! We found it today! It was hidden under a tree in one of our hideouts! No doubt Nala originally put it there and forgot about it. But we have it and I am currently planning a secret trip out there and claim this toy for myself. 

Squirrel Poem

Before I take my morning nap, I just thought that I would start a blog. I am one of the few dogs that is really good at typing, so I thought, why not? 

Anyway, I found this great poem about a squirrel. I added the part at the end.

Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out he fell...and into my mouth!