I’ll Never Get To Have A Pet Squirrel
Growing up, I remember my Grandma having a pet squirrel in her backyard that she named Foxy. It was the cutest thing to see Foxy eat out of your hand. My Mom and Dad are now carrying on that tradition with feeding the squirrels out their back door. All summer I watched the same four or five squirrels sitting on the back porch waiting for their peanuts to be thrown out the back door. They’ve even gone as far as climbing on the screen waiting to be fed.
It is so cute how they wait to be fed. And when I went for a visit last weekend, I swear those squirrels were the size of raccoons. It is just the cutest thing ever.
But I’ll never get to have a pet squirrel because of you know who…Eww…

Mark: What are you doing with that bread?
Jody: Going out back to feed the squirrels.
Mark: You don’t want to attract all those squirrels, they’ll get in the garden. And they’ve been eating my bird seed.
Jody: Oh so you can feed the birds but I can’t feed the squirrels.
I’ll never have a pet squirrel.
But if I did, he’d probably be able to do this…
I wonder if that squirrel had anything to do with that bandage on her finger?
Have a wonderful weekend all. My hunter will be out in the woods so … umm … I’m off to buy some peanuts.


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