Mom laughs at me because I like to sit under the tree and bark at it until the squirrels come out. (They do that, you know…magically appear if you bark long enough.) I keep telling her that if she would only let me have my own little squirrel friend, I wouldn’t need to bark so long outside. And a squirrel would keep the kitties busy all night, which means they would be less likely to “wreak havoc” (which apparently means knock everything off the counters and shred all the papers).
Mom’s not buying it. I’m beginning to sense a theme here. She says no to all my requests for new friends (usually by pointing to the little friend cemetery she had to start when I discovered rabbits and opossum—I didn’t realize they were so delicate, I swear! I was just a pup! And opossum are clearly magical creatures because that one wasn’t moving and Mom got out the shovel to bury him and when we came back to get him, he had **poof** disappeared!).
Anyway, I found this video to prove to Mom that I can have all sorts of friends. (Just between you and me, I would really love an elephant for a best friend! But I’ll start small at first. A squirrel would be nice, don’t ya think?)