No ulcer, Liz. That, at least, has been ruled out. We'll see!

I think Butter is pooped now afer his escapades today. He is sacked out on the back of a chair.

Mom is pooped, too! I swear, I would have loved to have a video of those dogs staring at that squirrel, not knowing what to do, and then me chasing the darned thing all over the living room. I knew we had to leave and there was no way I could leave him loose in the house and there was no way to close off the room! Do you guys remember that Ray Stevens song about the squirrel in church? I can't remember the name, but that's what I was thinking about once I got that squirrel outside.

Logan