So, I have been adopted by a squirrel.

no, your eyes do not decieve you.

first his name was bartlett and now it is george washington. we call him the little president. how do i know he is a boy?


I looked. (duh)

anyways, natalie found this little squirrel who was decently eager to hop into her hand.

he is tiny tiny tiny. we were initially worried about him making it through the winter up here since he is a baby and all alone. calls to multiple vets and wildlife people confirmed this. (thought no one was eager to take him in) he will live with us through the winter.

why not let him go you say?

(well, look at him for one thing...)

well, he is brave (or stupid) enough to run up to anyone or anything. (like the cocker spaniel that almost had him for lunch this afternoon) and besides that, he will wait at the door until we either let him in, or come out again. like a little squirrel dog.
he is a very special little guy.

so, our art department zoo now contains (in no specific order)

• big dog (Ellie)
• spicy cat (Alex)
• ridiculous goldfish (Kevin Fish)
• sack-eyed goldfish (Mr. DibbleBobbins)
• tiny squirrel baby (The Honorable President George Washington)

and none of these animals can coexist in close proximity.

thats how we roll.