Today my third child, you know the furry one, is having a bad day. Mimi has been going crazy because a gray plastic bag blew into the brush behind the house. Every time the wind blows she thinks it is a big, old squirrel teasing her.Mimi has a history with the chipmunks (or chickmunts as little man says) and squirrels who visit our yard. All day, in and out, out and in. Barking, barking and more barking. It doesn't help that she has a 4 year old egging her on, "Where's the squirrel? I see a squirrel."
I should just go out and take the Byerly's bag off the branch, however do not recall what the combination is for the lock on gate at the end of the yard. There are alternatives, but cannot imagine what part of trying to scale the fence in snow boots would be a good idea (other than becoming a good blog).
Hopefully the wind will really blow and the squirrel will fly far, far away from here. For now, I am just thankful it is dark outside so she can't see it taunting her anymore with its big, fluffy tail.
Nanny nanny boo boo.
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