I heard a squirrel chattering noisily, and finally spotted it up in a tree. The squirrel looks as if it’s making a futile attempt to hide behind those four small branches.


The squirrel moved up higher in the tree where it quieted down.


Lulu the 12 1/2-year-old basset hound. Several times a day she throws herself on her back on the floor and looks up at me, silently pleading for a belly rub. I can’t resist her, so I get down beside her and start rubbing her belly. And her tail wags furiously the whole time I’m with her.