Squirrel Spirit

Lately, Jasper has been surrendering his evening walk in order to indulge in a half-hour barking fest at squirrels; real or imaginary. I don’t really understand it. I think he wants small animals to torment, but there aren’t enough of them, and the ones that are present are far too nimble to submit. So, we head to a grove at the DMV where the Squirrel Spirit is strong, and let loose.