My cousin gave the girls some of her dogs’ favorite homemade dog toys a while back. They’re long pieces of polyester fleece with knots tied in them.
I have a few theories about how this one ended up stuck in a tree 25 feet off the ground.
A week or so ago, a fierce storm blew through. Rain. Hail. Gale-force winds that threatened to pick my house up off its foundation and fling it to Kansas.
When the wind swirled up all the contents of my back yard and flung them around, this lone dog toy seized the opportunity to escape a life of dog slobber and neglect. As a gust of wind blew, it flung itself toward the sky with all its fleecy might. And got stuck on a tree branch.
There’s a stream and wooded area right behind my house. Lots and lots of birds. The weather has cooled off considerably in the past few weeks, so the birds are on the lookout for comfy-cozy nest-building materials.
They spied this fluffy piece of fleece lying in the back yard. And, well, it hadn’t moved in quite some time. Clearly, it had been abandoned, and as such, was fair game.
So, the birds readied a polyester fleece extraction team. Just as the sun began to rise, they swooped down and scooped it up. “Fly! Quickly!” the lead bird called. A few more branches and then nothing but blue skies ahead, but then….”SQUIRREL!!!”
The resident obnoxious squirrel gave chase. The birds climbed higher and higher, but the fleece was heavy. Flapping frantically, the right-wing bird nervously glanced behind him.
WHACK!! He hit the tree.
Dazed, he dropped his end of the fleece. As it fell, the knotted end got stuck on a branch. The lead bird made the call to abandon the mission. “It’s okay, guys. The mission was not a failure,” he said. “We’ll put out the word in the neighborhood that all birds should come here and take a piece.”
The resident obnoxious squirrel is, sadly, really lonely lately. He runs across the roof, up and down the trees. But there’s so much for the girls to bark at that he’s not getting nearly the attention he needs.
Sitting in a tree one day, he spied a piece of red fleece on the ground. He ran down and grabbed it then bounded up the trees and across the roof, the red fleece trailing behind him like a flag wafting in the wind. A chorus of barks rang out.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! This is fun!!” He ran some more. Now the dogs were barking their fool heads off and running back and forth across the yard, occasionally stopping to give high-pitched yelps as they flung themselves into the air.
“Oh, boy!!” thought the squirrel. “What a terrific game!”
But then the human called all the dogs inside.
“That’s okay,” the squirrel consoled himself. “I’ll just park the fleece right here until they come out again.”