I did have some excitement prior to the end of the year. This past Friday, I was home alone. I’m sitting in the computer room working and notice my parents’ dog running across the backyard with a squirrel in his mouth. So I head outside and the dog, HiWay, comes running up to me all excited about his squirrel. Fortunately, it was already dead. I tried to get him to drop it, and he wouldn’t. So I went to get a dog treat for him, thinking he would drop the squirrel in order to eat the treat. That didn’t work out, so I got a plastic grocery sack and wrap it around the squirrel and the dog’s mouth. He finally let go of the damn thing. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I tied the bag close and left it on my step-dad’s boat.

When he got home, he asked me why there was a dead squirrel on his boat. I told him I didn’t know if I could just throw it in the trash or not, so I left it for him. I think he ended up throwing it in the trash anyway since there was trash pick-up the next day.

That was my year-end excitement with the dog and the dead squirrel.