It's those Richmond squirrels ...

I interupt my blacation (that's vacation from blogging) to warn my one or two readers about suicidal terrrorist squirrels. I learned from Meeshka's post today that a whole lot of people had to slurp up warm soupy ice cream in Richmond, Virginia. Apparently, Richmond is home to more than one suicidal terrorist squirrel as evidenced by these pictures.

I recently went to Richmond and visited my best buddy Hershey and he told me about this squirrel that hung from the electrical wires near his house for three weeks. I had to show my Daddy these pictures to find out what happened to the bad squirrel. I will spare you the scientific explanation that involves phases and electricity and surges ... and will instead simplify my explaination by saying ... he shouldn't have done what he did on the wires and he got hurt really bad. I do not know if this particular squirrel caused a decrease in cool air coming out of vents or warm ice cream, but he sure did have a bad day.

The stage is not for me ...

Not for me, not for me, not for me. Kennels are not for me and the stage is not for me. No, no, no, no!

This week my Mom took me to church. She works are the church and she takes me there sometimes on Fridays but this time she took me to church to be on a STAGE. The Children' s Ministry at the church was doing a skit on Wednesday night like they always do only this time it was about a girl that rescued a bunch of animals from an animal shelter that was being flooded. The wanted animals to sit in kennels on the stage while they did the skit. So my Mom took me.


Mom came home from work early and fed me and brushed me and took me up to church to be in the skit. She even stuffed peanut butter in a Kong for me to eat while I was up on stage, thinking it would make me happy. It was so exciting ... I saw all kind of children who wanted to pet me and I got treats and lots of loving and then SLAM .... I got put in a kennel and he light was in my eyes! I could see my Mom too and she WASN'T COMING TO GET ME. It was awful. I didn't even want to lick my Kong. The pretty girl that runs the skit had to come up on stage in the middle of the performance, well ... actually in the beginning of the performance ... and take me off stage because I was making such a racket yelping to get out of that kennel and off the stage and go see my Mom!! My Mom was so embarrassed she wanted to die. But not as embarrassed as a bunch of other times when she embarrassed her own self and she REALLY wanted to die.

My friend Mac was in the play too. But like the distinguished older gentleman that he is, hs sat in his kennel and just looked around and even laid down at one time and tried to take a nap. Boy did he make me look bad!! I hope I never have to go though that again but I don't think I will because my Mom is still embarrassed about it.

The skit was about DETERMINATION! The girl in the skit was determined to save all of the animals from the flood.

Jesus says, “In this world you will have trouble.” No ifs, ands, or buts. You will face sickness, death, divorce, temptations, failures, rejection, peer pressure. You will have trouble that you won’t see coming. And no one is exempt. Not the young, not the old, not the good. Even Jesus had trouble. He was tempted, persecuted, beaten, crucified. He could’ve taken an easy way out, given up, and gone back to heaven. Instead, He decided it was worth it to stay and finish what He’d started. That’s what Determination is all about–deciding it’s worth it to stay and finish what you start.

Too bad Mom didn't tell me that before she put me on the stage or I might have been determined to stay up there. Determination sounds like a virtue I need to learn huh?

and This is a mouse ...

on top of a frog. How cute is this picture?

This is a mole ...

And this is a mole. Look at those claws! He is made for digging!

This is a vole....

This is a vole. He kind of looks like a mouse only he has a shorter tail and tiny ears. At least that is what the internet says. Mom didn't know she knew what a vole was either until she say it and the word just popped into her head. It sort of looked like a mouse. It may have been a mouse. It was not in the best of shape when Mom saw it .. and it smelled vile. The vile vole. Hershey and I liked rolling on it. Too bad Mom made it go away.

I'm awake ...

Sorry for that long vacation friends. Mom stays busy and uninspired to help me blog. She sometimes wonders if I have anything else to say. This is what I have been doing lately ...

Hershey came to visit me a couple of weeks ago. He brought the baby and Nixon and stayed for four days. The baby is at an awesome stage. She carries this orange snack cup around sometimes and sometimes she lays it down. A couple of times I was quick enough to grab it and I scored some cool snacks. You can see me sticking my nose in it in this picture below. She is trying to give me my kong but I know there is nothing in it!

She discovered my porch water and played in it a little and here I am licking her hands dry. ... I try to be helpful.

I let her try out my doghouse. She fits in it really well.

And here she is playing on this big rock I have in my yard and watching Hershey smell something.

After Hershey left, Mom found a dead vole in my yard. She thinks it was a vole but it could have been a mouse. It was not a mole because my Mom looked at pictures of moles and voles and mice on the internet and moles have big feet and this creature didn't. Mom says she will spare showing you intenet pictures of voles and moles because she knows you can go look at them yourself if you want to. Anyway, this vole was just laying in my yard near where Hershey and I had been "studying" and rolling around alot. Mom didn't take a picture of it because he was dead and well .... very unattractive. But she thinks Hershey may have killed it because he is quite the hunter. Mom threw the dead critter over my fence so I can't roll on him now. Isn't she mean?

Since Hershey left, Mom has been looking at adoptable doggies on the internet again. Why is it that dog people think a dog that hates kids and cats and isn't housebroken and has heartworms will make a great pet? I guess everydog deserves a good home but Mom wants just the right one if it is going to live at my house for 10 + years. I really love it when Hershey is here. He is my very best friend and if he wasn't so attached to his Mom and his baby and his Daddy, we'd invite him to come live with me. But he has an important job taking care of his family up in Virginia. He has a mailman that attacks his home six days a week and he has dogs and people that threaten to walk past his house every day. He has to keep his cat brother Nixon in line and he has to clean up all of those dropped snacks. It's a hard life.

So, I am awake and maybe Mom will post more often now.