Acorns

Right now, Erin McLaughlin is wearing one of her many flying squirrel shirts. Its friggin amazing, because all I can do right now is imagine her leaping from tree to tree, and nibbling acorns. Squeeking in her high pitched voice, and eventually getting eaten by a hawk. Yes this is what I think about in wellness class, come save me, strangle me, or just shoot me.

It doesnt help that my mother just reminded me of the Slimy Squirrel. Essentially my old malamute, Precious was out and about in our side yard one day doing her buisness. She was already suffering from really bad heartworm that she got while at the shelter where we found her. So she could barely run without getting winded in 2.5 seconds. A squirrel was sitting in the yard, not too far away from her, and we were keeping an eye on her. She sprints up, and swallows it whole. We ended up having to grab her and do the Heimlich on an alaskan malamute. It took a good five minutes, but the squirrel was brought back up, whole, and still partially alive, and slimy. I do not recall if the squirrel made it, but I do remember my mother grabbing the slimy, saliva covered tail, and pulling it out of Precious's throat.

Right now I am picturing that happening to Erin, and it is a great scenario right now.

Yours Truly,
Laurel Lee