Spunky Tales: The Wild Ride Continues

The Wild Ride Continues

By Linda Suit

Oh hi! I'm still here being all squirrely. I thought I would share a little bit about my oh so boring days as my life story continues. You all remember from last month that I picked Mommy and Jerry to live with. It took me a while to train them, and I would say they are still a work in progress, but I'm doing my best. Humans can be a bit difficult you know.

Animals, well, we are pretty simple and not very demanding. We eat play, sleep. Well there are some things that nature demands of us but those are private moments. I will share one story about that though. My Mommy Tree has always been my favorite place. It's not every squirrel that has a tree that moves around with them while they ride on its branches. You have to promise not to tell anybody about this, ok? I had been hanging on for a while and Mommy had to make a quick pit stop for one of those little breaks that people do in private. Since I was a SIT (squirrel in training) I went with her. Ok, quick, all done. No big deal...hold that thought. Next day I was running wild and Mommy came looking for me. There I was on the toilet seat and I had done my squirrely business! Help, Mommy, I don't know how to flush! Good job huh? Ok now let's go play!

One of my favorite games is placemat skateboarding. I run at warp speed, jump on the placemat, go sliding across the breakfast table, then turn into a flying squirrel! Whee I love this feeling. Oopsie, the flying is fun, the landing not so much. I need to work on that. Nobody saw me, right? Let's try it again. I'll get it right someday. I have a racetrack in the kitchen and when I get wound up I'm unstoppable. Hey, I didn't know Mommy had two heads.

Next game: Wrestle with the Rascal. Rascal is my stuffed beaver. First order of business...chew his ear off, then I jump up and down on him, body slam, round 1 goes to Spunky Doodle. He's up again! Knockout punch Spunky! Come back here, I'm not done with you yet. I threw him over my shoulder and tackled him again. Rascal is down for the count. That was a fun game! Can you say Wrestle with the Rascal 5 times without tripping over your tongue? Didn't think so!

Now the season we all know and dread. TAXES! I'll help, Mommy! Paperwork all over the office, forms on her desk. Jerry Boy is in the kitchen with more papers on the table. Mommy turns around and I have tinkled on the tax forms. Snicker, snicker. She said she felt the same way about them, but gotta get them done, so she prints out new ones. Phone rings and it's a client that has a large group booked for a cruise. Mommy answers, I ambush her by jumping on her head. Ow, she says! Client asks if she's ok. Snicker, snicker again (I do that a lot). Of course, she can't tell him she has a squirrel on her head. You're on your own Mommy, I'm outta here. Oh look, I just love that window treatment! Wonder if I can crawl from the floor all the way to the top? Yup I made it, but it's slightly rearranged now. Chill Mommy, I'll fix it again! Back to taxes, I have my pen ready and I'm doing my part. You all know squirrels are expensive to raise, right? So, I helped Jerry Boy with the deductions. Whoop! I'm getting back a lotta money! I was so happy I played in his hair, scratched his head, massaged his scalp, and rearranged his hair trying to cover a particular spot on top. Hey, I did the best I could. You need to tell your barber to cut it a little thicker on top! I'm going, I'm going!

Taxes are done. Mommy is making dinner, and of course, I'm helping as usual. Oh, look a bowl of grapes. She has tried to teach me manners and honestly, I do try. She turned around and I had taken a single napkin from the holder and put a little bunch of grapes on it. I'm sitting there being a good girl eating my grapes trying not to make a mess. Aww. This kinda makes up for the times I snag a napkin on the run and shred it in 2 seconds flat. Sometimes it looks like snowflakes flying around in the kitchen!

Let me tell you about my special cuddle time with Mommy. I hold her face with my widdle hands and nibble on the end of her nose, give her kisses and nibble on her ears. I love sticking my nose in her ear, but she says it tickles. I thought of starting an ear cleaning business but couldn't get many people to sign up. Humph, people just aren't trusting enough.

We have 4 pet goaties. They are mostly short and fat, but Miss Libby Long Legs is a wee bit different. She thinks she's a Princess and Jerry Boy lets her in the house for short visits. Well, she ran in Mommy's office and before she could blink, she jumped on top of her desk and sent files flying everywhere. Lotsa luck with figuring out whether these people are supposed to be going to Alaska, Thailand, or South Africa, Mommy! I guess that's why they call it adventure travel huh? Me, I'm hiding on top of the bookshelf spinning the globe!

I have a birthday party to plan because my 3rd Gotcha Anniversary is coming up soon. Hope you will tune in next month when Spunky Tales continues!

Love from Spunky Doodle, Doodleville, USA

Meet the Author

Linda Suit is a city girl turned country. A travel agent by trade, she and her husband, Jerry, live in rural Arkansas with their animals including an amazing pet squirrel, Spunky Doodle. Spunky has brightened the lives of many with her stories. She is quite a character and definitely lives up to her name of Spunky.

Linda has traveled the world. Her passion for missions comes alive in her stories from remote areas. She will make you laugh and tug at your heartstrings.

Come along and share the adventures. It has been an amazing journey. You can learn more about Linda on Facebook.

You can read Linda's "Spunky Tales" column on the 2nd Saturday each month here at Pandora's Box Gazette.

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