I am the dog?!? I am the dog?!?

“BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!  Look at them!  LOOK AT THEM!!!”

“You’re a dog!”  says Rissa.

“No, I’m not!”  says I.

“You’re totally a dog.  You’re all like…  talking, talking, talking, conversing while walking…
SQUIRREL!!!!“

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t entertained watching those two squirrels chase each other around and around that pine tree.  And then when they went from the pine tree over to the maple tree and did it again? Classic squirrel.”

“You are a dog.”

“I’m totally NOT a dog.  It’s just that squirrels are the kings of slapsti… HEY! ANOTHER SQUIRREL!!!“

“I told you!”

“But just look at him!  He’s holding a nut between his little paws!”

I don’t carry a cell phone with me to take my own pictures. This is NOT my actual squirrel.  Mine was in a tree, but it was even cuter than this one.

“TOLD YOU SO!“

“Yes, but I’d do it with any cute animal.  Cats.  Bunnies.  Kangaroos…”

“Kangaroos?  If there were kangaroos chasing each other around the trunk of a tree I’d watch that.”

“See?  You’d stop and notice them.  Basically your speciesist.”

“Speciesist?”

“You’re speciesist.  If those squirrels were not run-of-the-mill squirrels, but kangaroos instead, you would pay attention, you’d get excited.  SQUIRREL RIGHTS!  SQUIRREL RIGHTS!!!“

“KANGAROO RIGHTS!  KANGAROO RIGHTS!!!”

This might be when the cars started slowing down to rubber-neck.