Hello everybody! this is The Daily Bone and I'm your doggie correspondent Chester L. W. Stephens.
The Evil Squirrel Cartel has been hanging around our yard all morning. There is nothing for them to steal right now. We've let the bird feeders run low to keep those greedy grackles away.
This one is finding slim pickings under the window feeder.
|Hasta la Vista!|
This guy—probably alias Twinkle Toes—climbs up to check out the hanging feeders before discovering there are no goodies.
Yet another does the same thing, only to be disappointed.
|Phooey! The service here stinks!|
Ghostwriter didn't even wake up my esteemed colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Stephens and me up to chase these losers. But I finally spotted one, and decided it was time to at least get a bit of sport out of their dismal efforts.
Time for a nap.
Hey, there's another one. Knock yourself out squirrel!