Sometimes your wilderness survival skills get put to the test in an urban setting. Damn squirrel!
A bit of background here.
I recently started seeing someone (affectionately referred to as my +1 – that’s a story for later). She has a great little basement apartment in Bellevue nestled into a small wooded space.
I’ve been up at her place a couple of nights a week – a benefit of working remotely. While her schedule is flexible, this past Friday she needed to be out for most of the afternoon, well 12:30 – 5:30 as the time matters a bit here.
Since I was going to be there, she opted to leave her dog with me. It wasn’t the first time, but I still got the warning – Tia means the world to her. If anything happens to her….it would be the end of me. Seems fair.
I wasn’t going anywhere, so it wasn’t like I had to worry about anything.
Heck. I was still in pajama bottoms (a long sleeve shirt and socks to complete my ‘sit in the comfy chair and write’ ensemble).