Was waiting this morning to think of something very profound to say.  Took the dogs for a walk.  Weeded a flower bead.  Nothing.

Then along came a grey squirrel with a nasty old green bathroom poof, bounding majestically across the yard.  Yes the weather is still sunny and warm, but Mr. Squirrel is already thinking of the long hard winter that may be ahead.  That and being prepared if he decides to take a shower in his nest during that winter.  Here's to you, Mr. Squirrel.  Here's to all your relatives that my dog Atticus will try to torment.

Atticus Tyrannis