The Things We Do For Love

Hon, you've got to come see this.  A flipping squirrel is destroying my chair!, I exclaimed standing near the slider.

Grumble, grumble, alright, I'm coming, said the Pres unenthusiastically.

Honey, I swear to goodness, it's shoving the wood in it's mouth!

 And finally when the Pres got up to see what was going on, standing next to me, he said, "Look at it.  It's making a big ball out of all the strips.  What the heck is it doing?"

Now you know how I feel about my chair.  And yes, it's far from perfect, but, as painful as it was, I continued to watch while the Pres returned to his comfy chair and remote.

It would (or should I say WOOD) jump onto the chair, grab hold and literally rip strips off.







Then it would sit on it's haunches and wind up all the long strips almost like a ball...

before SHE'D disappear into the ferns along the fence.

Yep, I think she is "you know what."

just seeing, saying and sharing...

with you and those at

Good Fences

(because there really is a fence behind the story...:)