Squirrel patrol 0
Blurry, wagging tail.
There’s a strong possibility my shoulder will get dislocated soon. Dixie has discovered squirrels and I’m not sure a pinch collar will hold her back from the fierce chase she wants to have.
Dixie is a girlie girl dog. She was discovered on the mean streets of Long Beach, California during the housing crisis with pink nail polish on. More than likely, someone opened the door and let her go right before foreclosure. She was impounded, sterilized, and picked up by my rescue agency. You know the rest of the story.
When we lived in Santa Barbara, she saw a few ground squirrels on the cliffs at the beach, but they are like chipmunks on steriods. A month before we moved she saw her first squirrel. Every day we passed that tree she’d stop and look up. Up until this point, she liked her prey slow moving and her most notable captures were four possum and one skunk. At the end of the day, she was a lady of leisure and liked the sofa more than outdoors.
Now we live in a neighborhood where there squirrel-to-tree ratio is bananas. With the leaves off the trees, she sees everything. She groans and whines to see the critters. I now let her have one good run a day, if no one is around walking other dogs. She chases them to the tree then circles it until she figures out they are not coming down to play with her.
Many people have worried that this southern California dog would not adjust to the east coast weather. Neither freezing rain nor snow keeps her in the house. She has happily traded sunshine for squirrels.