My dog, Daisy, has met her match. A feisty little chipmunk I have named Damian. This animal is the bane of Daisy’s existence.
Every evening when I get home, I open the sliding glass door to my balcony and let Daisy lounge around, watching people out for their evening walks. She rarely makes any noise. For a pug owner this is heavenly.
A few days ago, while she was outside I heard a high-pitch whiney noise and what sounded like scratching noises. I went outside to find a chipmunk perfectly balanced on the balcony railing. Daisy was going insane; I imagine she wanted that chipmunk as much as I want a boyfriend made out of lavender-flavored chocolate.
Damian, the devil chipmunk, could have easily climbed back onto the roof and down the side of the house, but ohhh no. This little guy wanted to torture Daisy, and thereby torture me. I brought her back inside and closed the door behind us. Damian saw the safety in this and scurried closer to the door, making my dog loose her mind. This went on for an hour before I finally opened the door and shooed the furry little fucker away.
This one night created a new nightly routine for my neurotic little household.
Now, the minute I get home Daisy doesn’t want to go outside for a walk, she wants to stalk her new obsession. She whines and scratches the door until I let her out onto the balcony, where she patiently waits for Damian. He always shows up, and the barking and whining continues until I bring her back inside. At that point, if I listen very closely I swear I can hear a devilish little laugh. I hate nature.