Trotter's fondest wish is to catch one of these two bastards pictured above. He's on constant lookout for squirrels! -- that's the only way to say it, with the exclamation point! -- who brazenly dare to eat from our bird feeder on the deck.
I caught these two a few weeks ago. I didn't know we had two, and as you can see, the foreground squirrel -- I call him Frylock -- has darker cheeks than Shake in the background. I'm sure Trotter knew there were two. And he also knows there are a few chipmunks living under the deck, in an old woodpile we have under the stairs.
Some day, Trotter will get to eat one of these evil, lying, manipulative, thieving creatures. In his mind, the squirrels will taste like filet mignon.
Until then, though, he'll have to settle for leftover mac and cheese in his dogfood.
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