Kramer the Squirrel Hunter

Just being Kramer.

 Kramer is our dog. She's a little four year old wiener dog. She's a purebred, but we're fairly certain she's part rabbit. Also, sometimes when she yawns she sounds like a pterodactyl. Or what a pterodactyl sounds like in my head since I don't actually know what kinds of noises a pterodactyl makes.

Kramer likes her sleep.

Squirrels are Kramer's nemesis. She chases them. They run away, get far enough above her to feel safe, and then they taunt her. This only feeds her disdain. It's a vicious cycle.
Last weekend, she treed two of these pesky creatures in the backyard. Our trees are small enough and spaced far enough apart that once the squirrels get up there, there's no place for them to go but down. So Kramer circles the tree, looking up at them, and barks. Oh how she barks. She informs everyone within a two block radius that there are squirrels present.

Enter my husband, Drew. He got Kramer as part of the deal when he asked me to marry him and one of their shared interests is their hatred of squirrels. So, when he heard Kramer's incessant barking, he grabbed a broom and headed out to the backyard to assist.

Kramer makes a snowball.

Drew used the broom to shake the tree a bit and one squirrel went flying one direction with Kramer hot on its tail. It escaped to the neighbor's yard where it promptly climbed another tree and started taunting Kramer from on high. The other squirrel opted to leap in the opposite direction. Drew, still armed with his broom, let out a mighty roar and lunged after the squirrel. I'm talking about a Braveheart kind of roar that nearly caused me to fall on the ground and into the snow. Not due to intimidation, but due to the fact that I was laughing so hard I had trouble standing upright. 

Protecting the indoor tree from squirrels.

Ultimately, both squirrels escaped unharmed, but Drew and Kramer felt rather proud of themselves and exhibited some swagger on the walk back to the deck.