Look at this little buddy. He has no idea what's happening to him. All he knows is that he's helplessly drawn to me by no force other than the power of the clicky-clicky noises I'm making with my tongue. He's seconds away from crawling right into my lap, as squirrels are sometimes wont to do, but instead I release him from my charms. I don't want to humiliate him in front of his friends.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
ETC: The Call of the Wild
Some people, they have an uncanny ability to communicate with horses. Others, dogs. Me? They call me... the Squirrel Whisperer.
Look at this little buddy. He has no idea what's happening to him. All he knows is that he's helplessly drawn to me by no force other than the power of the clicky-clicky noises I'm making with my tongue. He's seconds away from crawling right into my lap, as squirrels are sometimes wont to do, but instead I release him from my charms. I don't want to humiliate him in front of his friends.
Look at this little buddy. He has no idea what's happening to him. All he knows is that he's helplessly drawn to me by no force other than the power of the clicky-clicky noises I'm making with my tongue. He's seconds away from crawling right into my lap, as squirrels are sometimes wont to do, but instead I release him from my charms. I don't want to humiliate him in front of his friends.
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Where are you that there is SUN??? Certainly not Ottawa. I wonder if we shall ever see it again?
Man, I am totally with Kim on that one, where the heck are you getting sun? I'm also in Ottawa and we definitely aren't getting light like that during the day.
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