I stare it in the eyes .

Enemy of all favoured to dog ….

It’s fluffy tail - that looks like the “ im a bad dog when I eats this thing “ toy . Aaahh

I allow myself to sniff the trees , pretend to not care . Moss makes my noise wet - yuck !

Aaah - I bark and howl and show my aggression!!!!!!

It’s the … thing ; how can I not protest - they are MY trees !

The nut -hoarder , the screecher , the tree climber !!!

It’s the squirrel - as small as my favourite biggest ball , and as mean as a cat .

NO it sees me !

I wimper - Rufus calls to me from over the wooden fence : “ hello bramble “

“ Rufus it has come back “

“ no , no ,no - not the squirrel “

“ yes , yes , yes “

“ Noooooo”

“ aahahaha”

“ Oooh treats “

“ TrEaTs!!!?”

Rufus goes mad - “ no for ME”

“ awww”

My owner becons me inside , with the promise of a treat and a W.A.L.K later - I wonder what that is ?

Sounds nice …