Up, Paddy, they run right up the side of the tree. The ones that live in the park are used to dealing with us dogs, so most of 'em won't bother going way up - they just go far enough up to be sure I can't get 'em, then they turn around and chatter right in my face. And one time one of 'em threw (well, OK, he dropped it) a acorn an' hitted me on top my head. My Dad laughed so hard I thought he was gonna' pass out.

Dad says if I ever catch one, I'd better do one thing quick - let go real fast! He says a sqwirrel wrapped around a dog's face wouldn't be very pretty. Somethin' about spending a week in Doctor Mike's Hopsbital gettin' stiched up.

And hey, don't you Britts have to make resolutions to keep the Twoleggers happy? What are yours, Paddy?

/s/ Cinder, nutrat chaser, extraordinare