Miss Daisy's Revenge...
The weekend of June 5th & 6th I was a bit busy. On June 5th I cold ran my road rally, requiring many edits and much time. On the 6th I spent the day running the rally and after much effort the rally came was successfully run, although I had to throw out three legs due to calculation or mileage errors.
Daisy felt much neglected, left alone without attention on such a nice weekend. On Monday evening I spent some time with her, took her for a run etc. So as I was cooking some pork steak & chops I noticed something really was stinking in the back yard over by the grill - so I started looking around and found some clumps of hair nosed under the end of the garage power trench.
I guess she knew what to do with a squirrel when she caught one - and she sure has tried to catch them over the years. Back in Urbana she could jump a six foot fence trying to catch squirrels running along the top of the fence but I doubt she ever caught one then. (she must have learned something from all that watching of and barking at cats)
Ok I can accepted Daisy catching and snapping squirrels necks, they ate 1/2 my strawberry plants, now they have eaten through the netting to get at the ripening strawberries. Fair is fair.
So later once my chops & steaks were cooked & my salad prepared I sat down to dinner in front of the TV. Miss Daisy got some grizzle in her bowl and seemed happy to watch me enjoy my dinner. Since the chops & steaks were still hot and I didn't want my dinner to get cold I set the plate of cooked steaks & pork chops on the far back burner of the stove - then the phone rings (damn telamarketers, but it was from one of those companies that I am still (for now...) have a relationship with so they still call during dinner. Miss Daisy knowing I was distracted trying to get them off the phone doesn't head for my plate, no she heads for the jackpot (the 8 chops & 1.5 lbs of pork steak) I heard the big metal trivet hit the floor so I hung up and headed for the kitchen - she got 3/4 of the big steak down in seconds.
Later checking email she was still a bit wound up from the lack of attention and her recent two big catches. She still wanted my attention knocking over file boxes and trying to become a lap dog. I should learn not to ignore her completely in the future.
Note the squirrel/steak eating grin.
