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 …