We have a problem, but I don't think Daddy and Aunt Pat realize how bad it really is. I'm talking about those little...creatures known as Chipmunks. No, I'm not talking about Alvin, Simon and Theodore, I'm talking about those little squirrel relatives that love to get into our garden, nest in our shrubs and run around so we can chase them. Aunt Pat spotted a lot of them in the back yard next door, and we spotted a couple in our front bushes. We try to chase them, but all we get for our attempts at keeping the yard pest free, is "Leave it" from the humans. Sure, we pull on our leashes a little, but what would you rather have, a yard full of chipmunks eating us out of house and home, or a little tug on the arm? I don't think Aunt Pat appreciates it when ever-vigilent Chloe, jumps on her to wake her like she does when she needs to go potty, and then charges the fence barking. Instead of telling Chloe what a good girl she is, Aunt Pat hushes her. What's a girl to do?
We've heard "Leave it" a lot on our walks lately. They covered it in Obedience Class this past Monday so I think Aunt Pat's gotten a little too enthusiastic. We're dogs. We experience our environment through our noses. We'll sniff any leaf, pencil, spot on the sidewalk, under a shrub, or a yummy-looking piece of garbage on the ground, Aunt Pat will call our names and direct our attention away from our discovery. Sure, she lets us sniff the fire hydrants, the light poles and the street signs, but it's not the same as sniffing an old take-out cheeseburger wrapper. Burgers, yum.....
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