Brown Dog Adventures

A very funny thing happened yesterday. Our charming boy Ender, enemy to squirrels everywhere, spotted one of the little fluffs of fur down by the ditch yesterday. (in the green belt behind our house) He of course took off running after the poor thing. I'm yelling, "Ender, you Fatty, you'll never catch him, GET BACK HERE NOW!!" while the squirrel runs up the slimmest, youngest tree in the vicinity, and scurries all the way to the top - the tippy, tippy top, if you catch my meaning. At this point, the tippy top starts bowing over, dangling said squirrel above ender. The poor squirrel is hanging on for dear life, but still slipping, slowly downwards towards the psycho dog awaiting him. Luckily, along with being psycho, Ender is not aware that the squirrel is being dangled above him like bait, he is still looking side to side wondering where that little fellow got to? After a valiant effort at hanging on, the squirrel loses grip and falls... falls, right on Ender! Ender is shocked, the squirrel is shocked, but the squirrel clearly recovers from shock quicker than Ender, who is still looking side to side, but quicker, now. The squirrel bolts, and Ender literally doesn' t know what hit him.
The squirrel was able to scurry up another tree, and seemed no worse for wear.