I almost got that squirrel

For those of you who have not talked to Scout before, please read this in your head with a lisp like a 3 year old. - She's almost three.

What I do everyday is like this: wake up, use bathroom, make dad chase me around the yard, chase squirrels, hide in the brush, go in when I feel like it, eat dog food, sleep till dad gets home, then go outside and play some more and eat human food when I can. 

A lot of the time while I'm at house by myself I hunt the squirrels from inside of my house.  When I watch them play and shake their tails at me, I get really mad and want to get 'em.  They are making fun of me because I can't go outside.

 

The other day, my mom and dad were eating human food and told me that I couldn't have any, so I decided to go hunt squirrels.  If I can't get a belly rub or the human foods, then I hunt the squirrels.  So there was one really really mean one outside on my swing.  He was shakin his tail everywheres.  I barked and growled at him, and told him to "Get outta here squirrel!"  Well he didn't listen, so I jumped up on the window.  When I jumped up, the window kept going!  My mom said I broke the window and was really mad at me.  She said I couldda got hurt, but I thought, "If I could just get outside, that squirrel will get hurt." 

I hate the squirrels.  I gotta take a nap.

I Got the Fleas

HI! My name is Scoutie Wakefield and I have the fleas. 

I'm pretty embarrassed about it.  I've been scratching a lot and jingling my collar all over the house.  My mom and dad keep looking at my belly and trying to get the fleas, but it just makes me too nervous, so I run away. 

The other day, they even gave me a bath and sprayed me with some really stinky stuff.  I told them that I already like the way I smell before they gave me a bath.  They told me that all my fleas would be gone if I would only stay still and not roll around in the grass after they put it on.  I think that really I just did something wrong because they put me in my crate after that.

I'm still scratching, but not like crazy.  Well, I'm going to go chase some squirrels. BYE!

The Creep.

Timothy and I had a loverly dinner last week to Ricatoni's with two of our new friends, Adam and Lauren Connolly. We were having so much fun talking, giving them a tour of the house, and drinking wine when...... "Hey, did y'all know you have a snake in the pool???" WHAT?! When people say, "Oh, it's not poisonous.." Call me crazy, but I DON'T CARE. I really try not to be such a baby, but HELLO, it's a SNAKE!

To make things worse, it just hung around the rest of the week on the top step of the pool. You know I wasn't about to get it out. Here it is, in all of it's nonpoisonous glory. I really zoomed in on the camera so I wouldn't have to get close.

I started calling it "The Creep" because I didn't want to actually say "the snake" anymore. It's sort of sinister I think. Normally, names aren't given to animals that don't have fur in my book; however, this is a special circumstance.

After these last two posts, this could be the critter blog. Better discussions next time.

Really? No..A Squirrel Tail?

So Mom works with in the same building with a man who LOOOOVES to play pranks on everyone that works there, but especially Mom because she is so gullible. This is what he did today....



Yes. Yes, that is a deceased sqirrel's pride and joy. Does it make sense? No. Is it funny? Yes.