We had been noticing a ground squirrel literally running around the outside of the house. There are two camps about any kind of squirrel: they are cute and they are rats with tails. I think they are cute unless they get to be somewhere they shouldn't be, and then I change camps. It seems to me that squirrels have this simpleton mad-crazy personality. When they do pause from their continuous activity, they have this look on their faces that say, "We're squirrels!"
Someone else had noticed his arrival as well - Foxy. She spent a whole day in our yard stalking him. Squirrel would run into the wood pile. Foxy would sit on top of the pile waiting for him to exit. Squirrel would run up a tree. Foxy would be after him but knows he is not coming down the same tree so moves to another area. This is all while Case is working outside the garage with power tools. We didn't see the actual end of the story, but the squirrel is no longer around.
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