Squirrels!

Just so you know, I’m taking valuable time away from Squirrel Sentry Duty to write this post.

Now this may not sound like a big deal to you, Dear Reader, but trust me, IT IS.

Just take a look at what I have to deal with:

Stupefyingly Scary Squirrel

Frightening, isn’t it?

Now if this were an isolated example of the type of vermin your friendly neighborhood Superpup has to monitor and control (ie: chase) it would be bad enough.  Hard to imagine, isn’t it, taking on one such creature (just look at that satanic gleam in its eye).

Now, imagine many, many more (I know it’s scary, but try)!  Dozens of them.  Possibly hundreds.  Maybe even a LEGION of them!  Too horrible to contemplate, I know.  Especially for puny humans who don’t have what it takes to be a top-notch squirrel-hunter: speed, agility, courage, determination, intelligence, cunning, a REALLY loud and annoying bark and, oh yeah, teeth capable of crushing a squirrel’s neck with one bite.  Whew!

Lucky for them (the squirrels, not the humans), Superpup can also be merciful.  So quite often I let them get away – up a tree, out of the yard, into the hole they chewed into the back of the house.  Most of the time.  Almost always.  Except for that time that old one dropped dead right in front of me…

Yes, it’s a big job, but somebody’s got to do it.

As a special treat, here’s a picture of Hoser attempting to restrain me from doing my God-given duty:

Hoser's pathetic attempt to restrain me

Adieu!