By Ingrid the Studio Dog
Recently, the yard has been acquiring some other animals.
I don’t want to name any names, but someone has been sneaking in and putting things in my yard.
This is Zippy the Zombie Squirrel.
He scares me. He’s a yard light, of all things.
And aren’t you lucky?
You get two pictures of him. One in the daytime so that you can see how silly he looks carrying that nut like a football.
Honestly. I’ve chased enough squirrels to know that they don’t carry nuts like that.
And then there’s a picture of him being scary at night. Can you imagine coming home to this after a nice long walk? I’ve successfully terrorized all the intruders, cats, coyotes, bunnies, rats, mice, and chickens away from the studio, and then I come up the driveway and see this.
I tell you. It gives me puppy nightmares.
But don’t worry. It gets worse.
There are the horses.
Not even real horses.
They’re plastic. They don’t run. They don’t do anything. I can’t chase them.
They come from children who have destroyed them and left them on the side of the road or at garage sales.
Children scare me almost as much as Zippy does.
This is a picture of me doing my best to ignore the horses in my yard.
And let me clear.
It is my yard. Roger’s told me so. He’s even growing grass for me and keeps it mowed and all the leaves blown off of it and now I even have a doggie door that I can use to go in and out… He doesn’t seem to care that these things are in it.
Roger calls it art. I’ve decided that I don’t like art in my yard.
UPDATE: It gets worse!
Bad enough there’s Zippy. Now there’s Flower the Skunk. Yes. Skunk. Gazing in adoration up at Zippy.
How much can one dog take?
Ingrid the Studio Dog says she is Roger’s companion, advisor, and motivator. OK. That last part she made up. She mostly sleeps. Until it’s time to bark at/intimidate the UPS man, mailman, or cat. And even then she’s darn cute doing it.