It was a Trick... We Hope!

Since OWAS has been disbanded, I’ll just catch you up on what is going on here with our Corgi Country Squirrel Wars.

You will be happy to hear that we found out, through more of our contacts, that “Spot” was actually a double agent-- a squirrel in a dog suit. I THOUGHT that he was awful little, and terribly nervous!

We believe that the squirrels were trying to frighten us with their faked up picture of a warrior robot squirrel, but we have found that they really don’t have the technology for that, and we don’t believe that they came from a future where the squirrels have taken over the world… we hope… but aren’t so sure now that they have taken over Dozer’s place, etc.

Anyway, since, as stated in our 100 Dog Years War History, we have been at this for a long time, and don’t plan to give up, at least in this area, we are still doing our best with the remnants of what is left of the OWAS technology we have. We are thankful to have had it and honored that we were able for awhile, to join forces with all you other brave dogs out there.

As I have mentioned before, our squirrel wars started about 14 years ago, when Mom started noticing that her pecan tree wasn’t putting out as many pecans as it used to, and THEN she found HUGE PILES of pecan shells beside the squirrel holes just outside our back fence.

Since Sadie came a few years ago, she has gotten more, since that tree is in the yard and Sadie guards it… though she does tend to eat some of the pecans herself at times. (She’s taught BG & Dott how to shell them, and they really aren’t to bad) Still, Mom can pick them off the tree before they fall now, where the squirrels climbed the trees and got them before she got the chance before.

Mom might have let that pass, but then she was looking out the kitchen window into the enclosed back porch, and saw a squirrel sitting up on the table where she used to keep 3 gallon plastic bins with various emergency foods. The little sucker had one paw holding up the lid, and the other paw was inside grabbing a bag of instant oatmeal. When she went outside and looked into the bin, ALL of the bags (it had BEEN full) were gone with only a few scattered oat flakes left!

She got another bin that was huge and made of really heavy plastic. She put aluminum sheets on the inside, and put the emergency food (we are only a few miles from the San Andreas fault line) in THAT a year or so ago.

A month or so ago, she found that they had EATEN THROUGH the back side of THAT!!!

They’ve chewed holes in the panels we put over the window into the hay room so that they can get in to eat on our hay and the horse’s grain until we put THAT in big trash cans with lids.

What REALLY ticked Mom off was that they ATE her $140 handwoven, rawhide Peruvian Bosal that she had gotten for riding Cory, since he is a Peruvian Paso Horse. It had been on the wall of the tack room. She was down for a long time a few years ago with her back problems, and one of her sons had the horses. When they came back and she went into the tack room, all she found was the very end of the eaten reins!!! She was NOT happy!!!

There are a bunch of other things they’ve done… too much to list, but suffice it to say, SHE has NO PROBLEM with us waging war on the renegade squirrels around here. She says that maybe tree squirrels and red squirrels and grey squirrels… ones that aren’t ground squirrels… are nicer, so we should try to be tolerant of those that like them. She even had a chipmunk as a pet that she raised when she was a kid, so she can see some people liking them... And, I guess they DID save Hector Wheelie (See Mango's Wed. blogs)...