A couple of weeks ago our nearly nine year-old rescue dog looked up for the first time. She realized that when tree branches rattle there may be a squirrel.
No, she’s never caught one but she’s a grounder and has gotten a couple of mice in mud season which were tossed into the Preserve for the birds and foxes et al.
We’re always looking up to new possibilities. Granted, we’ve been looking down recently with the economy but now are looking up. There might be a squirrel out there with our names on it, and Zoe’s. No, we don’t let her eat them. Dee
Cooking with Dee 