Last week wasn’t one of the best for me. Other than finding out about that Secret Squirrel Training Facility not much interesting happened. Mom was busy all week going to workshops getting ready to take a big test so she could teach something called ESL. She took the test on Saturday and then went shopping. Did I get to go? NO. I was lucky that dad was home and let me out back to play patrol.
Here’s something fun that did happen! Mom’s friend, D (you know, the one who fixed the pantry door so I couldn’t get in) wrote a poem for me! She always writes cute poems to put in the cards she makes. Mom reads them to me so I know. Mom thinks the last line’s a hoot. I think D might having a little fun at my expense. What do you think? So here it is:
Rusty’s a little rascal – jumping here and there.
He will do anything for a treat, that is very clear.
Chasing squirrels is one of his favorite things to do; though to them he is such a pest.
However, he never catches them– only some dust bunnies under his momma’s desk.
If only you’d dismantle the ‘squirrel training facility,’ maybe there’d be some hope.
I know – if only he’d learn to mount himself at the top of a training rope!