Greg, the dog, a look back: An attempt at friendship, and Knock-knock.

Jim the squirrel walks up to my chain with evil, no doubt, on his mind. I, with great determination to stop the pain he causes (and to put the techniques I learned at obedience camp to use), said, “Before we start with this pestering business, let’s negotiate our ‘friendship’.”

He clicked and chirped to himself, you know, the way squirrels do, and came to the conclusion that we may confer.

The negotiations started when I said, “We can’t continue the way we are now. I get beaten and made fun of way too often. So, I propose that if you stop all that mess, we can work out something for you.” I let my words set in with the silence… it apparently took a while to settle. He finally let out this flurry of snaps and smacks, I could barely keep up, it ended with a satisfied “Kwakaloock.”

His ideas were outrageous!I mean seriously, do you hear this guy?! I firmly said, “NO! I mean,seriously, in a clown suit?! Not gonna happen. And where am I supposed to get a big-mouthed bass that knows how to sing? How about the ‘four nuts a day accompanied with a joke or two’? That one sounds reasonably sane when compared to all the other ideas.”

There was a pause. “skwacolagloloc” finally spilled out of his mouth like pickle juice on a freshly groomed poodle. I agreed with “That sounds moderately sane,” and we went our separate ways.

Well it was long and a little different, but now I won’t be bothered (as much) anymore. See you Wednesday.

Let me just say, the pickle juice thing is a little weird. And, I quote "skwacolagloloc" a decent amount for what it is. It's also a bit long for having another post with it, but- to the related post!