SQUIRREL HUNT

We got Abe just about one year ago off Craig's List, from a kind

family in McKinney, TX who just didn't have room for their two

big dogs and their seven (yes SEVEN) children under five years old.

They were foster parents and had just gotten three more at

once. This was such a blessing to us, because Abe is just, well,

he's just perfect. We can't imagine our lives without him now.

Abe's favorite thing in the whole world is to hunt for squirrels in our woods.

It's his passion. It's the best part of his day. It's his reason for waking up

in the morning.

ABE: Look, a squirrel!!! DAVID: Where?

ABE: There he is!! See him?

And yee-haw, the chase is on. No one is hurt in these hunting

expeditions. Ever since I discovered the frozen body of a little headless

squirrel in my freezer (screaming sounds, sound of freezer door slamming

shut and running feet), David does not hunt squirrel with guns.

Here's what happens when Abe and David (and yes, I admit that I

participate in this sport too) spot a squirrel. The squirrel usually sits very, very

still. David then begins harassing the squirrel by pulling on grapevines attached

to the tree, or tossing sticks up at the squirrel, anything to get him to move. Once

he starts jumping from tree to tree, that's the fun part. Abe and David (and yes,

I admit even me) go crashing through the woods, hollering "Git him Abe, git the squirrel!"

Of course the squirrel never touches the ground and probably enjoys this

as much as us. Probably.

Country life, you gotta love it.