Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap.
They just let the dogs out and I can’t get out of the yard fast enough.
What am I going to do? Whoever said “White Dogs Can’t Jump” never saw the Jack Russell terrier that lives here.
I am so dead.
All the nuts I could have eaten, all the birdseed I could have stolen. My life flashing before my beady little eyes. Why me?
Wait, maybe if I stay perfectly still and pretend I am part of the tree, they won’t see me.
This could work. They’re sniffing, but not looking up.
It is working! I am going to LIVE! LIVE, I say!
Suck it. dogs.