One evening this week, (not sure
exactly what day) I open our back door to let one very anxious basset hound in the house. I had noticed that his bark was more forceful than
usual and he was standing back away from the door
noticeably barking at something. As I opened the door, I witnessed a deceased chip
munk (not sure if it was Chip or Dale) laying
gracefully before our door mat.
Then - I put the evidence together and I remembered my Bear mentioning that there was lots of burrowing right next to the porch in the back yard.
Not sure if it was Bonnie, Clyde or our fierce hunting machine Satchel that took the munk down but apparently they decided to honor us with this humble present.
Rest in peace little fella.
