The fat boy clambered up the fence to sit upon a picket. He perfectly positioned to look down on me working out with my personal trainer.
He shifted his position to get a better view, moving a bit closer to the window over my head.
“Is that one of the guys from your neighborhood” asked my trainer.
I smiled because my observer had a bushy tail. He was a squirrel.
Very nice.
Comment by ptcakes — March 22, 2008 @ 12:44 pm
We have a lot of chunky butts in our yard too and you can bet they are thinking, as they watch you with your trainer, “better you than US!” Thanks for the laugh.
Comment by C.E. Murray — March 26, 2008 @ 10:31 pm