Everyone loves my little dog, Hattie, and she loves everyone. Well, everyone except the squirrels. To rid our yard of squirrels is her mission, and she takes her mission very, very seriously. Dogs need a job. My sister’s Corgi, Penny, has the job of herding chickens. My neighbor’s dog, Leo, has the job of guarding. Hattie’s job is to make me happy…and to keep the squirrels at bay.
Squirrel patrol works like this: The squirrels gather at the bird feeder and below. One squirrel shakes the seed down. The others call all their friends over for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Hattie watches. When she spots the crowd, she takes off. Heaven help her if she should ever actually catch a squirrel, although once, she came very close. It surprised both of us.
My little dog, Hattie, is a rescue dog. She rescued me from aloneness, which is very different from loneliness. She came to the “Hokey Pokey Clinic, where-I-turned-myself-around” six years ago, and she saved me. The theory is that dogs look like their owners. If that is true, I am so fortunate to look like Hattie…happy. She has done her job well. Actually, she does both of them well.