My big brown lab, Lytton, made a new friend yesterday. I was quite surprised to discover that L. didn’t take chase to the squirrel as my previous dog would have done. Lytton slowly went over and sniffed and then plopped down. The squirrel walked right around him, very gingerly, but not in the least afraid.
This morning, the squirrel again appeared and I ran to get my camera. I’ve decided the squirrel enjoys the attention of humans and dogs. I had a pang of longing and wishing that Hazel, my former white cat, was still around.
Hazel would not have approved of our new visitor. (Squirrels here are quite rare, so I can look at them with some degree of affection – when I lived in Ottawa, I really got tired of the damage they inflicted on the garden.)