Bear and the Case of the Suspicious Squirrels

Every morning, before breakfast and before Mom even finishes her coffee, I begin my backyard security patrol.

I see things.

Mom tells me, “Good boy, Bear. Thank you for protecting us.”

You are welcome, Mom.

Summer tries to help occasionally, but honestly, she gets distracted very easily. One minute, she is assisting with squirrel patrol, and the next, she finds a yellow ball and forgets the entire mission.

I take my responsibilities much more seriously.

Teddy used to understand these things perfectly. He was very wise and experienced in backyard matters. I believe he passed important detective skills down to me before becoming an angel supervisor.

Sometimes, when the squirrels become especially bold, they run along the fence right in front of me. I don’t wish to alarm anyone, but this is clearly organized behavior.

Sometimes the squirrels gather near the greenhouse where they hold very suspicious meetings under the trees. They chatter back and forth and flick their tails around like they are discussing important squirrel business.

I do not trust it.

One squirrel in particular likes to sit on top of the fence and stare directly at me through the window. He acts very calm, which honestly makes him even more suspicious.

Mom says, “Bear, he’s just sitting there.”

By afternoon, I am usually exhausted from defending the property, monitoring squirrel activity, and performing perimeter checks around the fence line. Security work is not for the weak.

Still, I remain committed to the mission.

Because at the end of the day, protecting my family is the most important job in the world.