In the morning, when I get Cyprus up, before she'll eat or drink or go outside or even give me a big wet kiss, she has to go patrol at the back glass door and see what the squirrels might be up to.
They drive her a bit nuts, running back and forth checking out what they're doing and pulling out of her a high-pitched unmusical but endearing whine (and, rarely, a bark...but that's not her style).
And, as you can see, the squirrels will occasionally be extra mind-bendingly taunting to her, whether they realize it or not:
Also, before doing outside business, she's got to sniff around the bases of the various trees that the squirrels frequent. The pear tree here that she's checking out is the same one that she has tried several times to actually climb.
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