A coordinated act of squirrel malice?

A squirrel pooped on Emma.

Twice.

And I did nothing.

I slept right through it.

I mean… was it a protest? A message? A coordinated act of squirrel malice?

Anyway, I plan to remain vigilant. Or at least pretend I am.

Things have changed since Chewy went on his "vacation." It's quieter. There's more room on the couch. And, dare I say it… I get more lap time. I’m not saying I like that Chewy’s gone, but I am saying I’m thriving. Emma sees me now—really sees me. She calls me “her precious little man” and tells me I’m good company. Finally. The recognition I deserve.

This morning was cool. I needed a blanket outside on the typing chair (that’s the chair where she types things and I supervise). It was cozy. I snuggled in like a burrito. A burrito with serious responsibilities—like overseeing the garden, monitoring neighborhood sounds, and making sure Emma doesn’t overdo it. Again.

Yesterday, Emma went to celebrate someone called Father Bob. 50 years of being ordained! That’s older than all my years combined—seven in dog math. She dressed up and rode with Judy, who wore something twirly and bright. Emma said Judy was the belle of the ball. I believe it. Judy always smells like cookies and confidence.

They sat with Marlaina and Joe  and a bunch of other people. Emma said it was nice. She sent Joel a photo of someone named Anna so he’d know her next time. She’s always doing stuff like that—connecting people, remembering small things. That’s my human.

Later she gardened at Dr. Cho’s place. (I didn’t get to go.) Then she took a long bath (I didn’t get invited to that either). She said she moved some plants and lined up lilies along the wall. She’s very into her lilies lately. She even bought rocks from Lowe’s. The backyard is basically becoming an art installation, and I’m just the living statue watching it all unfold.

Also, we have a bird nesting in our flower basket. A whole bird. With babies. It’s adorable and inconvenient. Watering the plants has become a military operation. Still, Emma seems honored the bird chose her. 

– Peanut

Guardian of the Garden, Lap Warmer Extraordinaire, Alleged Squirrel Negotiator 🐾