My sister, Molly, patrols our backyard every morning. She is on squirrel patrol and most days she is rewarded for her diligence, because that big fat squirrelly squirrel usually shows up to run across the top of our fence and jump back and forth between the trees. I swear that squirrel likes to taunt us Scotties and both of my sisters fall for his shenanigans, but not me! I could care less about that squirrel, because Molly and Sadie are fascinated by him enough for all three of us. Now if he lost his footing and fell into our yard, that would be a different thing. Then it would be GAME ON!!!
Molly: Where’s that squirrel?
It’s time for him to show up.
Do I hear squirrelly footsteps?
