The Hound’s agenda for most days:
stand guard at the front entrance protecting domicile
lounge around the porch snoozing
but now The Hound insists on coming in for water breaks...
despite the freshly filled water bowl
outside the front entrance
and it’s all his fault...
see him?
in stealth-mode up there in the tree...
as soon as The Hound is making guard rounds
around the premises barking at anyone down on the street to throw back the tennis ball she rolled down toward them...
this guy stealthily sneaks in for a drink
from The Hound’s water bowl
The Hound...ewwww, squirrel spit!
No way am I drinking that now!
What’s this have to do with the pillow d?
absolutely nothing...
unless d. decides to take his beverage outside...
then beware of thirsty stealthy squirrels
it's just embroidery, have fun with it!