Squirrels = Little Winos in Furry Suits

Our dogs live to spot squirrels on their walk at night. They go absolutely apeshit. It is like the pinnacle of their existence. We usually see lots of squirrels, but they are scattering off through the trees. It is very exciting!

The other night we were walking along, on the look out for squirrels, when suddenly! Up ahead! On the path! A veritable coterie of squirrels. How rare! Not only that, they stared blankly at our maniacal, howling, frothing herd with blank expressions. Seriously. They had a death wish. At the very last moment they kind of stumbled off into the brush.

As we approached the scene of their gathering we understood what what was going on. There on the path were the shattered remains of a vodka bottle some kiddie had probably pilfrered from mum and dad's liquor cabinet for a secret group swill in the paths. D reckons he saw one of the squirrels holding and licking a bit of the glass.

All in all very comical.