Hoping desperately that it will rain more muffins
Two mornings ago, I was heading out to walk The Gats.
As soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs, she was transfixed…
What she saw must have been one of the most glorious sights for a dog: a squirrel on a low branch was eating an entire blueberry muffin. The whole freaking thing. Sweets + squirrel = Mmmmmmmm-nomnomnom.
So she tries to climb the tree.
Before you know it, the squirrel has bugged out and dropped the muffin right into Gatsby’s mouth. It happened so fast, I thought it was the squirrel in her mouth—but it was the muffin. As if my dog had a Mouth-Mounted Muffin Tractor Beam®.
I (responsibly!) got the muffin away from her.
But we can no longer pass that tree in peace. Every single walk now results in a plaintive, backside-planted gaze up into that tree, into the Magic Muffin Tree, where delicious squirrels drop delicious treats right into your open mouth.
