Cooper doesn't stick his out very far 'cause he's a Cocker.
Check out the size of my tongue!
It's really, really hot here. Could you send me
It is very hot here. So Mum cleaned my pool and filled it up. Nothing makes you feel cooler than having your paws in a pool. Now if Mum would just throw some dog cookies in so I could snack while I cool off.
There is no smoking in our house! Who told the squirrels they could smoke in the house?
There is no playing on the bedsteads!
There is no playing on the kitchen counters!
There is no playing in the garage!
Goodness knows I do not want to put a damper on the War on Squirrels but enough is enough!
I do not like coming home and finding dozens of squirrels smoking in the house, playing Hearts and Crazy Eights, while munching on nuts and celery with peanut butter spread. (who pray tell is going to get the peanut butter out of the couch cushions? Hmm? Answer me that!)
You all know that you are not allowed to use matches and yet I find cigars, cigarettes and pipes littering the house. The curtains reek of smoke and there are ashes in all the flower pots. And the wisteria plant doesn't look well at all!
Filling the bathtub full of hot water and using it as a hot tub is not appropriate behavior on anyone's part. Warming towels in the oven is a HUGE NO-NO! Towels are flammable which means you could have burned the house down!
Ordering pizzas, DVD's and rental cars on my credit card is not funny.No one needs to order five copies of Die Hard and Charlotte's Web, we only have three televisions - what were you doing with the other copies? And by the way, those DVD's are now overdue and have charges.
As of this afternoon, all the squirrels have been removed from the house and are now on flights out of the State of Oregon. Fortunately the Department of the Interior has sympathy whereas I find you all have none. Your behavior by inciting this so called "war" is questionable. I am sure PETA would be very interested in this "war" and how it is being conducted.
Dozer, Dottie and Cooper have been undergoing intensive therapy, the cost of which must be borne by me. The house is a wreck, the toilet has a birdfeeder wedged in it, and there is squirrel hair everywhere. While I am sure you all find this wildly amusing, I do not.
There will be no more squirrel wars in our neighborhood. Dozer herewith resigns as your "Northwest Regional Commander" and everyone's helmets have been locked up.
Don't bother calling, everyone's phone privileges have been revoked and Dozer, Dottie and Cooper are grounded until further notice.
I am sure your parents would be very interested to know what this little game has cost in terms of the condition of our home, let alone having to pay for therapy for three dogs because they now want to have squirrels over for sleepovers.
Hhhrrrmmmph!
Nancy, Dozer, Dottie and Cooper's Mum
Oooo,this is me seeing squirrels on the ceiling. Are they real or my visualization exercise? Can't tell.
I think it is time for a little nap. This deprogramming is very tiring.
"Listen those squirrels are really nice and you should see their pantry! They have bags of treats and the most amazing liver dip, you guys should come play Crazy Eights with us!
I tried one of the chewies and it was good...but my injury reminds me of my duty to Whack A Squirrel.
He also fell asleep while on duty again.
Cooper is maintaining surveillance and Dottie was discovered consorting with the enemy (she was under the shed playing cards with them). We are hoping she is acting as our secret agent however she is easily swayed with promised of treats.
We started our last offensive by trying to dislodge the enemy from the apple tree. I pulled while Dottie barked to confuse the flying rodents.
I gave my task all my energy, pulling and twirling.
Those darn squirrels refused to let go and kept pelting me with branches and stuff. It was most distressing!
Then I turned around and saw the squirrels running to the shed and laughing at us.
Dottie kept watch at the tree while I ran after the squirrels.
I almost had the squirrels when natured "called". This put me in a vulnerable position, if you know what I mean. While I was otherwise engaged, the squirrels attacked me and I was wounded in the paw defending myself. 
Although the wound is most painful and requires a lot of expensive medicine, I want to get back to the front lines.
My nurse administers my ointment and antibiotics twice a day to stave off the rampant infection from the squirrels. Yes, I have "squirrel cooties".
We have not seen Dottie since the battle but Cooper thinks she is under the shed taking up a defensive position. I am in the sick tent and Cooper is maintaining our front line as well as he can. It would not be unseemly to say 'WE NEED HELP AND WE NEED IT NOW'! Whatever you can send and as soon as you can send it would be nice.
Such a majestic pose from such a naughty corgi! BOL!
Rascal and his Mum on their steps. Don't they look like quite the pair?
And look at the Halloween decorations!
Looking good in a new scarf!
That wonderful Corgi smile that shines down from the bridge tonight!
Commander Dozer Edwards
Staff Sargent Cooper Edwards
Recruit Dottie, who is listening for vibrations through the floor of squirrel activity under the base building. We have intercepted coded messages which lead us to believe that the squirrels are attempting to infiltrate our headquarters and disable our battalion.
The enemy has newer weapons than we had been led to believe they possessed. We are renting all four Star Wars movies so we can learn how to take on these space cadets and conquer them.
The squirrels continue to use heavy warfare against us. The backyard is beginning to look a lot like the surface of the moon. But we will not fail in our mission.
We have discovered that the squirrels like to smoke after battles. We are leaving cartons of cigarettes around the battlefield in the hopes they will smoke so much they will get lung cancer and keel over. Staff Sargent Cooper states that this takes much longer than we have time for, but we can also locate the squirrels at night when they light up. We plan to have more night battles.
Another shot of the enemy using their bazookas.
Many of the enemy have drinking problems. We are inviting them in for cocktails each evening before our battles to see if we can get them inebriated and then tie them up with shoelaces. To date this tactic has not worked. Staff Sargent Cooper passed out in his dog bed and Recruit Dottie got her head stuck in the Sangria pitcher. I continue to study the enemy's drinking habits.
Dozer won't lie down and take a nap so he doesn't get his picture in the blog today (hee, hee). Love, Cooper
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Amid all the trouble and turmoil of the Squirrel Wars, we had a quiet evening. I tried to tell Mum about how Cooper was sliding towards the dark side and wanted to go outside and play cards with the squirrels but Cooper jumped on her lap and made googly eyes at her. Then he looked over at me and stuck out his tongue! I need to find a professional to assist – we are waiting for Sweetie from the East Coast to help but I think we need…a deprogrammer! The brainwashing is moving too fast!
