Farley here,
And Max too. Max is my neighbour, and on a good day, Kristina brings him along for a walk. Notice – no leashes – the bears must be hibernating. Or Kristina is getting braver – ha ha.
“Farley,” Max barks. “Come here. I’ve got a squirrel.”
“Where’d he go?” I bark.
Max points at the tree with his nose. “He was here a second ago.”
I scramble close. “I can smell him. He’s not far.”
Max whips around the tree, but the squirrel isn’t on the other side. “Up! Go up.”
“Jump higher.” I’m a short fluff ball. Max is sleek and athletic, so maybe he can reach the chattering rodent.
“What if we catch him?”
“I don’t know,” Max barks. “I’ve never caught one.”
Anyone know what to do with a squirrel if you catch one? I think we need instructions.
Woof Woof



Thank you for reblog. Farley is wagging his tail!
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You’re welcome! I’m glad he’s happy, too! Don’t forget I need your info for Monday’s blog! @v@ ❤
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I’m on it. You’ll have it tomorrow. I’m looking forward to being on your blog!
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