Squirrel Hunters

Some of you are aware of my intense dislike of tree rats (squirrels). There was a time when I didn't have a problem with squirrels. For a photography class in college I once submitted a nice picture of a squirrel peering at me around a tree. Then, three years ago we bought a house that had squirrels living in the attic. When sealed up the holes they were entering through, the chewed a hold in the roof flashing. Then (I can only assume as revenge) they dug small holes in my grass this fall and spring after I spent hours upon hours trying to grow grass. So now I hate them. In fact, I penned a blog for two years that was named after my desire to eliminate them from the Earth.

So I took Cooper to the park this morning and for the first time, he appeared to get excited about squirrels. I kindly explained to him that they are disease-ridden, card-carrying members of the rat family, and we hate them. Then I positioned him under a tree and taught him to scowl at the tree rats.

I like his form here. Ready to pounce in case on has the guts to come down the tree.

We're off to the South Park area this afternoon for an immunization shot and then heading to Dick's Sporting Goods, which I assume sells a child's BB gun. Death to the tree rats ...