Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and doggies. This is The Daily Bone, and I’m your humble doggie host Joseph (Joey dog) Stephens sitting in for Chester L. W. Stephens. You will find out why in a minute.
As we reported last week, the humans have cut down a big branch from the silver maple tree in our back yard. This branch was a major escape route for members of the Evil Squirrel Cartel. We also finally harvested the last of the delicious yum yum pears from the pear tree. So now the squirrels have nothing much to steal except for bird seeds from the feeders. You might think all is well in the world now, and we doggies can take a much needed break from chasing those bushy-tailed miscreants. However, they still haven’t gotten it through their nutty little heads that there are no more pears to steal, and keep invading our territory anyway, searching for the fruit. Then we doggies run out and chase them. They flee straight up the big maple tree, only to discover that their superhighway out of town has been removed, and they are now trapped. That’s good enough for me, and I go back indoors for my doggie treat reward. But Chester doesn’t give up. He stays outside and keeps barking up at those demented squirrels stuck in the tree, sometimes for hours, even in the rain and mud. Our humans have to go out and bring him inside with a leash. What a dumdum! I’m sure the humans didn’t think of this consequence of their actions either! And that’s a memo.
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