And Now We Have a Name

Thank you to blog reader, Cindy, I now know that these little critters who have been providing endless entertainment for John and me, are called ground squirrels. Not only do they have a home in our yard, but their “second” home is under my Joyful Pause Cottage.  

How do I know this? Well, I often see them scamper under there when I go outside. It’s also evident because of the mulch that is dug away from the edge of the foundation. Here is one such little fella outside one of those dug-out areas eyeing me up as I took his picture early evening last night.

At first, I wasn’t sure they were ground squirrels because Cindy had sent me a photo of the ground squirrels they had at their home in Tuscon, Arizona when they lived there. Those didn’t have stripes or white dots on them. But in doing a search on Google, it appears there are different colorings and markings. I guess you could say this is the Wisconsin variety of ground squirrels!

They also really remind me of prairie dogs in many ways. Especially when they sit up on their back haunches and their tiny legs dangle in front of them. They continue to provide endless smiles and captions we make up as they move about each night.

XO

Barb

                  

Happy Independence Day from Me and the Three Little Rascals

UPDATE: I posed the question asking what others thought these might be. Thanks to blog reader, Cindy, she let me know these are ground squirrels. Sure enough! I did a search on Google to confirm this and that is what they are. Kind of like prairie dogs which I have been known to want to stay and watch all day long when visiting a zoo.  🙂

Just as the sun is about midpoint in the day — around 4 pm — this is when the little rascals come out to forage for food. Evidence of them living in our yard is the many different “highways” they’ve got going through our lawn.

Their underground tunnel is just a few inches from the gulley, kind of like a deep valley really, where trees and vegetation grow in abundance. This provides a safe haven for protection and for good eatin’.  Their residence is about twelve feet from our deck so they’ve provided much entertainment for John and me.

They are about six feet from the raised bed garden and so far, knock on wood, they’ve not tried to get into it. When I watered yesterday I took my Canon camera with a zoom lens to see if I could get a photo of them and captured the photo above.

It really is quite comical how they watch me water the garden and I watch them as they watch me. I’m often giggling to myself as they take turns popping up through the vegetation and standing on their tiny back feet. I believe there are about six of them and I do believe they are young ones.

So I call them rascals cause I’m not exactly sure what they are. They aren’t chipmunks, but perhaps are moles? If anyone knows, please do let me know.

Since putting up wren nesting houses two years ago we’ve not had a problem with these little rascals digging in the potted plants on the deck. Who knew wrens would be great guard birds for that? They are very protective of their nests so by default they chase away the chipmunks and squirrels when they come onto the deck.

They’ve provided endless hours of smiles and laughter, so I was glad to have gotten this picture to share with you. Hoping it brings you a smile too. Happy Independence Day!

XO

Barb

                  

Forever Friends in Spirit. Puppy Picasso & Frankie the Walk ‘N Roll Dog. A Book Review & Remembrance.

It’s like Dee Dee Murry and her dog Hallie, and me and my dog, Frankie, lived parallel lives.

While my dachshund, Frankie, became paralyzed and was ultimately fitted for a custom dog wheelchair, and learned to move through the world in a new way, and became known as Frankie, the Walk ‘N Roll Dog, Hallie became blind and learned to navigate the world in her own unique way too and would become a star in her own right also and become known as Puppy Picasso.

Standing beside these two pint-sized dogs were two women— each determined to do whatever they could to help their furry companions live a quality of life. From that, each found a purpose and a calling they couldn’t deny. All four would ultimately positively affect the lives of thousands of others through the sharing of their stories to inspire and encourage young and old through difficult times.

When Dee Dee contacted me asking if I’d consider reviewing the book she was writing to share the story of Hallie— Puppy Picasso the true story of a little blind dog who could paint— I was beyond honored. The journey we each walked separately with our pups, but together in a bond that will never be broken, was something I wasn’t about to turn away from.

I knew reading Hallie’s story would bring back memories of my life with Frankie and would likely cause some tears to be shed, but I also knew that I’d likely be reminded of the joy, rewards, and love that can be encountered when we open to see our challenges in a positive way through the eyes of our animal friends.

And I wasn’t wrong. There were tears mixed in with smiles and giggles, but most of all, a depth of connection and understanding that I had relating to what Dee Dee and Hallie went through and how it ultimately and profoundly changed both their lives for the better.

The love between a human and a pet is an extraordinary experience that has the potential to change one’s life in unimaginable ways. Such is the deeply enriching and touching story of Hallie, the blind dachshund who learns to paint, and her devoted human and artistic mom, Dee Dee. Their story of triumph in the face of adversity will open a tender place in your heart. Not only do they each flourish despite obstacles, but they find a way in which to give back to dogs in need, and forever and positively change the lives of countless others—both canine and human. There is nothing the human spirit can’t do with a furry friend as your guide and champion!

Dee Dee and Hallie’s book is available here on Amazon.

To learn more about Dee Dee and her exquisite animal art and pet portraits visit her website here.

XO

Barb