I think dogs need jobs. I have one simple request of Fausto: Keep squirrels out of the garden. Fausto is obsessed with tennis balls, 100 percent indifferent to squirrels. Chula's expert training skills lead her to the plethora of information on training your dog to chase squirrels.
Chula asks, "Where could we get a squirrel pelt?"
Good question. BASS PRO? Nope. Having friends who are a good shot helps. Saturday night we got a call asking if we wanted the entire squirrel to cook for dinner. Chula opted for just the pelt. Our squirrel pelt was delivered today, and I am happy to report Fausto is very interested. However, Chula is not because it was still "a little meaty."
"What are we going to do with this>" Chula asks.
I respond "Train the dog and call CMac" He got us on track. Thanks.
Mandatory bike update. The MS 150 rocks. You should do something nice. I did because I need the karma....
2 comments:
Yay Fausto!
Maeve barks at baby rabbits but is a bit intimidated by them.
Maybe Fausto was saved by a squirrel when he was on the lamb. One might have given him pine cones to eat or let him sleep in their nest.
We have lots of squirrels in our neighborhood but two are so notorious they have the nicknames of Bob and Nutella. I am pretty sure they have a meth lab.
My dog loves to chase Bob, but Scout is only eight pounds and the squirrels are so interested in him they climb down our trees and bark for him to come and play. They don't understand why Scout can't climb. I don't want them to get him hooked on their homemade meth.
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