I wonder if he’d notice if I braided his tail?
Braid my tail and die!
This little dude was hot yesterday. Fence-flop hot. I know exactly how he feels. If we had made that ledge a little wider, I might’ve been tempted to fence-flop yesterday myself.
Fence-flop Squirrel is blissed-out. Totes.
The G-Man took this click yesterday. I put it through A Color Story app and gave it a little green color fog. Considering he had to take this shot through a dirty window, it’s a pretty decent click.
He’s got do not disturb written all over him.
In Other News ~
The carbon monoxide detector went off yesterday in the wee hours of the morning, so I had to haul myself out on the street at crikey-o’clock while firefighters came and went through the house with a sniffer.
I discovered that G-Pup isn’t a crikey-o’clock person either, though at least she could refresh herself on the boulevard grass while waiting. I draw the line at that.
All was good, but I never quite recovered from the incident — emotionally, physically, intellectually.
One step closer to Hump Day.
Note to self: Yoga wear is the answer. Always. Always. What should I wear to bed tonight? is the question.