The only way I ever liked squirrels was when my momma would cook them up. My daddy was a hunter and we ate the deer, squirrels, rabbits, pheasants and doves that he hunted. (Yes, in North Carolina there is a legal dove season and yes we do shoot them and yes we eat them.) My city-boy husband was absolutely amazed to hear that I had actually eaten squirrels. Not only had I eaten them...I LOVED them. I haven't had any squirrel since I was a child but my momma's stew was such a treat. Momma even cooked and served the head in the stew and one lucky person would get the head to crack open and eat the brains. That's DEFINITELY not a good idea now given the possibility of contracting Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.
Enough about squirrels...how about the Golden Girls? I began this post with squirrels because our dogs are excellent squirrel dogs. (Forget about hunting dogs that will tree a squirrel for you. They hunt by observation.) They do their hunting from inside the house. And occasionally out on the deck.
The girls look out at the rain. They are actually looking at a squirrel.
They don't seem very excited.
In fact, they are lying down on the job.
But their eyes are still on the squirrel and they are at the ready.
Why so nonchalant about the squirrel?
He's running in the tree. He's not on the deck or railing.
A squirrel on the deck is another story!
As you can see in this terrible photogaph, this squirrel is VERY frightened at the dogs.
Honestly, I think if he had fingers he would salute them or thumb his nose.
To their credit, the girls do at least stand when stalking a squirrel that is on the deck.
And if we open the door they chase the squirrel off and prance around proudly.
And so we have reached the last Friday in January. Many a New Year's resolution has fallen by the wayside. While I never make New Year's resolutions, I do try to think of things I can improve on. In this past week I have seen a great deal of anger on many levels. Too often we let anger continue to fester and just cannot seem to learn when to let it go.
So I leave you with a quote from Buddha:
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
Good luck to those of you in Florida as you take your turn at watching the mud-slinging. As for everyone?
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!