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She’s such a tease.

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When walking his highness the other day, the little devil dashed right under the cedar tree.

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He’s in there, on the left with his leash twisted around the trunk. The reason for his mad dash?

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Her. That pesky momma red squirrel, chattering loudly, scrambling up and down and driving poor Dudley nuts.

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The walk was forgotten and we spent his entire allotted outdoor time staring straight up.

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She’s such a tease.

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Twins?

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For months we’ve had a nightly fox visitor for whom I lay out little piles of expensive dry dog food with taurine. ( It was recommended by a vet friend and is the closest I can get to the food U.K. Amazon refuses to ship to the United States) We love seeing him (her?) scoot across the lawn and settle in for a nosh. But last night?

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I was seeing double.

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Two beautiful foxes happily munching.

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Brother and sister? Husband and wife? Friends with benefits? I don’t know…

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But they’re both gorgeous!

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💕💕💕

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This and that.

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Isn’t it wonderful when you find the perfect combinations? Oreos and milk, Netflix and chill, bacon and, well anything. … but now? I’ve found a new winning combo.

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Exercising while intoxicated? Finally… a workout routine designed with me in mind.

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Photographic proof that even though it’s over 90 degrees and two window unit air conditioners are running full blast, his Lordship must commune with nature through an open window. And no, he’s not at all spoiled. Why do you ask?

🤣

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This is a photo of our local pub’s parking lot after a recent storm moved through. Mind you, we’re a lousy five miles away and didn’t receive a single drop of rain.

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It must have been a micro burst because it was a total mess.

Meanwhile back at the Barn Mahal…

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We have brown grass.

😫

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Splooting.

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Remember the picture I posted 10 days ago?

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My nemesis, momma red squirrel… doing what I assumed was chilling on the grass near our kitchen landing?

As it turns out, she wasn’t chilling.

She was splooting.

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While I’ve always believed I have a well rounded vocabulary, splooting has been noticeably absent.

Until now.

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The fur on their bellies is thinner than the rest of their body so in essence, they’re performing a heat dump.

Splooting.

There’s nothing like the satisfaction of learning a new ludicrous word.

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