POOCH SAYS

       Actually, I'm really just a squirrel although some folks call me a tree rat! I've gotten a bad rep because I enjoy annoying people. Take Pooch, for example. I entertain her while I irritate her. (Her dog's still barking 30 minutes after I leave. HeeHee.)

       Today I developed a taste for sunflower seeds. I knew the exact place so I scurried up the feeder pole. Drat! I couldn't get past that blasted baffle so I took a flying leap off to regroup.

       I took a breather up on the tree and noticed another spot for a free lunch.

       This next banquet is mine for the taking! No baffle, nice pole for climbing. No sweat. See how happy I am!

       Easy pickin's! Slide down a bit and I'm home free. I can taste those sunflower seeds right now. Away I go!

       Oops! Hey, this is like standing at the edge of a diving board and wondering how the hell you're going to save face. Do I do a belly flop or do I walk back and climb the ladder down? Belly flop it is!

       I've decided I didn't really want sunflower seeds today, after all. In fact, I've decided to go back to Hollywood and star in an insurance commercial. You know the one - where my bro and I high-five each other for another successful crash.

       Since our days as being trophies on car antennas are long gone and we're not big enough to become coonskin caps for Daniel Boones these days, could you just make sure we don't become road kill? Hang around, folks. Those acorns I buried will give you shade in 25 years!