This evening, Regis spotted the flying submarine, and alerted the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse that we were under attack by the beast. OK, we were really just under the thing, but we let Regis have his fantasy. Moreso, we participate in it.
The FDSP responds to the invader. Adrenalin flows.
The beast flies right over the Fort Doberdale campus! It seems to be trying to convey a message to us.
Regis doesn’t trust it no matter what message it’s trying to convey. He proceeds to give it a piece of his senior mind.
But the blimp disregards the warning from Fort Doberdale’s most senior Doberdude, and reveals its trademarked message.
The floating submarine’s pleasantries don’t appease Luna. She’s out to take the beast down. Luna’s loyalty can’t be bought.
As a matter of fact, none of the Posse gives up loyalties. The pack rules and everyday’s a good-year day here at Fort Doberdale.
Luna, in all her frenzy to capture the floating goon, catapults herself over the boundary between the dog- and no-dog-zone. Ooops. Bad news. Annie’s impressed, but that’s not an acceptable Fort Doberdale manuever.
Though we want to get that varmint gone, FD Law must be obeyed. Luna flings herself back into the dog-zone, and steps back to give the blimp another appalled look. The flipped back ear is a definite indication of Luna’s disheveled feelings over the violation of her backyard privacy.
Meanwhile, in my part of this world, well, there goes another “almost papaya.” I’m beginning to adjust to the fact that I may never get a freshly grown papaya off my own fruit tree.
As the blimp fades into the sunset, Luna gives one last warning.
And Bouchard takes care of the punctuation mark.
Helen (click to e-mail me)
