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)...

New Intel, but No Tank…

Sorry that this Report has taken so long to put together. Mom ended up having to work as a substitute for a lady at her church, and since her internal clock runs at night and not in the early morning, she is having some MAJOR transition problems, and has been “wiped” when she gets home. At least that’s what she says, though I haven’t seen any wipes come out, unless they attack her as she collapses for a nap when she gets home.

BG had a mystery injury which made him limp for several days. Mom couldn’t find a single thing wrong… no swelling, redness, heat, etc. so she has just been observing and he is doing better now.

Dott’s been called by nature and is getting heated up, so there is the logistics of trying to keep hormonal dogs under control, and blogger hasn't let us upload our vids for our report though we tried for several hours. Mom's going to try and help us again, today. Well, enough of the excuses… we will have to catch you up on the home front later.

OWAS Report by OC:

As per my last report, we had gone up to the mountains in hope that the intel we had gotten about Tank’s whereabouts would pan out.

We spent time sniffing out the area, and checking everything out thoroughly for squirrels, and heard them fairly constantly in the trees.

After a time, our contact, “Spot”, showed up, carefully checking around him for squirrel agents…

We all put on a bit of a show for the humans,

but did manage to get close enough for an information transfer.

BG and I discussed a bit of the information “Spot” had passed on, but had to wait until we got home to check the contents of the microchip he gave us.

We are still working on the ramifications of the picture contained on the microchip “Spot” passed us, and doing further investigation…
Official OWAS Report Concluded… OC

After making contact, we were able to get in a little R & R while Dad enjoyed his special Day. Of course we kept our eyes and ears open, but we enjoyed wading in the creek, and drinking that clean, cold mountain stream water was just heavenly.

It was so peaceful and calm up there.

The creek was lined with little wild roses in bloom, as well as other wildflowers, which Mom and Dad thought were very pretty.

We love our humans and were so glad that they had fun. We did too, AND got important information.

Quick Saturday Report... More Later!

OC's Report:



We got an intelligence report from a courier that was shot at and damaged by the squirrels.

The report said that Commander Tank may be being held by Squirrels in the rugged mountains about an hour's drive from us.

We convinced Mom to take Dad (for his Father's Day gift) up to the mountains to relax... while we checked out the reports. Oh... Happy Father's Day, Dad...

Sure enough, there were squirrels chattering away in the trees up there!

We heard them, but weren't able to make out what they were saying other than they were very excited about something.



Full report later... OC Out!

100 Dog Years War

Thursday OWAS Report

BG reporting :

Dott is very busy perfecting her liver treat formula. She field tested it on Mango, with his permission, as a WMD, though she hasn't told anyone her exact formula. She is trying to work out how to allow for the more compact members of OWAS, like myself, to produce enough gas to be an effective weapon. We will distribute it as soon as this happens, and may be sending out test samples to test potency among differing breeds. Consider this TOP SECRET, so only those directly involved in the testing will know the truth. (Hope their masters will be tolerant!)

While the rest of us get a little R & R, I thought I would catch you up on the history of our family’s 100 Dog Year War with the squirrels. Our battle started way back, in the days of cat –i– pults and tre-bow-shays, with Grandpa Buddy and Grandma Misty manning the huge “feline” flinging machines. As they had not yet mastered photography, here is a period drawing of one of their battles. You can even see JR, the cat that thought he was a dog. He loved OC as a grand-daughter and taught her a lot when she was a pup.

Time moved on, and they mastered new technology. First, gun powder, then the combustion engine, and finally the thing that all dogs have dreamed of for millennia... FLIGHT! This was perfected around OC’s prime and here we have a photo of OC in her old fighter... notice the string of squirrels on her plane. Even at that time, she was an ace pilot.

The Dog years rolled on, like they were putting on a new perfume. We got a brave and powerful ally, when Sadie joined the ranks. She had special training in tooth to claw fighting from her youth living by herself in the wild, and her coat made her the perfect Covert Ops member.

As you may know, there has always been tension between the Air Force and Covert Ops... one likes to make a big show of the battle and fly to the rescue, while the other likes to keep things on the "down low," and make precision strikes in the heart of enemy territory. This may be a part of what fuels Mama OC’s dislike of Sadie?

The fierce battle raged on. The squirrels kept trying to take us down and our grandparents pushed back. Our Grandma Mist took her trip across the Rainbow Bridge before we were born, but Grandpa Bud told us she was a fighter to the end. This is what we were born into... this life long battle with the squirrels. Our Grandpa Bud put us through our paces from the time we were old enough to walk.

So we grew up primed and ready for action. The battle was hard fought and I think it finally got the best of Grandpa Bud. He took his trip across the Rainbow Bridge, but we bravely fought on, now with Mama OC leading us. The main problem was funding. We had to make do with what we had, even modifying other machines into our weapons of war. Notice the modifications to this old tractor...

This type of ingenuity is what earned us the title of “The C-Team.” We did what we could, until Dott stumbled upon Commander Tank’s mighty effort. We joined as quickly as possible, for the support, and as we were already running low on supplies, and we LOVE having the new technology!

Well that about raps things up… Oh yeah, I almost forgot, because Doug is here we thought we could use him in the fight. I even gave him a special bullet RESISTANT vest.

BG signing out.

Note: As Researched by Robert Brock

Dott’s Tuesday Report

We just got back from a quick run up the coast in our “C” Team Van, to Dozer’s place where we helped to get things back under some semblance of control… (C for Corgi, of course).

We couldn’t stay for long as we would have liked to visit afterwards because we got news of another uprising in our area. We called on Mango for a little help and OC flew her fastest jet to pick him up for the emergency. She fed him livers all the way back, and he was ready to “Reek” havoc with his WMD (Weapons of Mango’s Digestion).

Our attack was very successful as you can see from the gassed squirrels littering our ditch, and our gas masks worked perfectly! Thank Goodness Mango-zilla is on our side!!!

PS: Thanks so much Sasha for the "Love Ya Award" you gave us. We are so glad that you like visiting with us! We love all of our new Bloggy Pals, too!

OWAS Report: Dott

Dott’s OWAS report from S. Central Calif.—Oil country:

Before I start my OWAS report, I want to thank Commander Tank for his organization of this war. It is so great to have all the new technology that OWAS has provided. We have been doing gorilla warfare for so long, using “sticks and spears” or maybe I should say “tooth and nail,” in comparison to what we have now… you have no idea how grateful we are!

I was on video recon, when I intercepted a communication between the squirrels and the rabbits. Having long suspected a secret alliance between the two, this came as no shock, but the subject of the message was quite disturbing.

It seems Osama-Bin-Squirrelly has been spotted in our area. As you may know he has masterminded several attacks on key K-9 resources. If he is in this area there can be only one target, pet-roll-e-um!
Pet-roll-e-um is one of the most valuable resources this area has to offer. It not only fuels our vehicles of war, but many of our everyday items are made from it as well. It is used for synthetic rubber, so there would be no more rubber training devices (aka. toys) to play with. Pet-roll-e-um is also used to make plastics, so there would be a shortage of squeaky bulbs. That would prevent the spread of our coded messages, crippling part of our intelligence community.
Auntie Sadie went on a night raid on their local headquarters. She is a master in night fighting, as she can’t be spotted and can sneak up on her unsuspecting victims using the night vision goggles she got over the internet a few months ago. Sadie had to use mouth to claw fighting techniques to subdue the night guard. She was able to gather enough info to confirm our worst fears.

The next morning BG led a strike. He opened up with his new 50 caliber machine gun, firing on anything that moved.
I love the big guns, and had been itching to try out my new rocket launcher.

Mama OC has joined the C.A.F. (Corgi Air Force) as it doesn’t hurt her hips to fly the jets. She led a squadron of fighters in an aerial assault on the underground bunkers that line our ditch.
We have saved the local supply of pet-roll-e-um for now, but we are unclear if we have taken out Osama-Bin-Squirrelly. Please advise…

P.S. Robert said he couldn't let me go into combat by myself, so he has decided to be our combat photographer so he can stay near me... MASTERS! (Shaking her head...)