Squirrelicious

Hi my name is Diesel and I'm a squirrel addict.

Whenever I see the small grey bushy tailed critters run my entire being begins to quiver with the prospect of a chase. Unfortunately the instance before my brain registers the sighting with the reaction I usually hear a slight, barely audible, sigh from my owner and a perceptible pull on the leash. She is actually able to brace herself for the spring loaded, cat-like explosion rendered from my hindquarters muting my attack before it even begins.

"Sit, sit Diesel, sit, no chasing squirrels, squirrels are our friends....."

Didn't anyone tell her I'm a dog? I try to communicate my maddening frustration with continued lunges and loud whines but end up relinquishing my desires to continue the walk.

Fear not friends in the evening at her feet, curled up on the rug, lulled to sleep by her foot petting my coat I chase that squirrel over mountain tops, under highway passes and always, always reach my prey. What she doesn't know is at the end that squirrel and I share stories over nuts and bones and parts ways as friends:)

Hi my name is Diesel and I'm a squirrel addict, but I'm also a dog a very friendly dog at that.