|Here I am sounding the alarm.|
My owner went into Portland for about three hours. As soon as the garage door shut, I ran up to my bed and hopped on my Cheetah comforter.
I took a good long snooze. I am sure "someone" would have woken me up should a squirrel have entered the yard. Don't ya think?
So after my snooze I was walking around sort of bored looking for my Nylabone when I heard the garage door open. I ran downstairs and stationed myself at the sliding glass door looking all alert.
|Here I am chasing the squirrel into the woods.|
In about twenty minutes I saw that pesky squirrel scrambling along the top of the fence. I sounded the alarm! Arooooooo.... Arooooo!
My owner opened the door and I ran into the yard scaring the squirrel back into the woods. JOB WELL DONE!
And then for good measure I sniffed around the bird feeder to make sure everything was ok. Well, it was.
|Here I am sniffing the bird feeder.|
Then I ran up to my desk and wrote this blog entry.
Now, I should have a nap as a reward, right?
Love, Cinnamon the workaholic