BE YE THEREFORE WARNED BY DECREE OF KING OLAF. NO SQUIRRELS ALLOWED.
By Olaf the Yorkie (the Boss)
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Olaf here. There's lots of posts about Henry,1 because he's just so big and well....such a puppy. I don't want to say anything but he's not very street smart. He's big and gorgeous but, well, occasionally I need to remind him what’s what around here. I'm patient with him, but sometimes I need to growl at him. Otherwise, he is clueless about my boundaries.
Remember, boundaries are rules that I set for others (ie Henry) to not step on me, paw my head, or bother me when I'm doing my business. Rules are more house things.2 I heard our human explain it like: “we are like a casino with House Rules and the house always wins.” Boundaries are mine. Rules are systematic to keep the homeostasis of our ecosystem. Yeah, told you I'm pretty smart.
Last weekend, I was lounging on my Victorian chase3.(no dog beds for me, seriously?). And, I heard Henry outside. He was romping up and down the yard, directly under the trees. He was barking away at a squirrel high in the trees. That squirrel is an adrenaline junkie. My mummy says that there are some humans who are thrill seekers. Daredevils. Live on the edge of near death experiences. That's what this squirrel is. Must have some trauma from his childhood or something, so he needs to prove himself by leaping from tree to tree taunting a KARELIAN BEAR DOG.
Anyway, this squirrel was taunting Henry. Our mummy opened the door and told Henry to quiet down. Sometimes she says, "Reverence," when she wants him to be extra quiet. He didn't get the reverent command, she simply told him to simmer down. The squirrel was high up on the tree chirping away. Like, "nener nener nener, Henry got in trouble and I didn't!" Here's a video of what a ruckus squirrels can make:
Suddenly, our mummy looked up at the squirrel and said, "Hey, squirrel. You too! Quit teasing Henry."
The Squirrel was stunned. And, immediately stopped cackling.
Our human neighbors’ were walking in their backyard and they started laughing. I heard one say, "I bet April names that squirrel now that she's trained it."
I'M PUTTING MY PAW DOWN. There is no way that glorified rodent with it's big puffy tail is joining our pack! MY DNA goes all the way back to hunting rats in castles.4 My instincts have already kicked in. Henry can't catch a butterfly, but that squirrel will not set a claw past our threshold.
BE YE THEREFORE WARNED BY DECREE OF KING OLAF. NO SQUIRRELS ALLOWED.
Here’s when I introduced him:
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