Forget the City of Skyscrapers. New York City is the City of Squirrels, friends! Mr. K recently discovered this on our recent tour of the Big Apple. One paw in the park and it was bound to be a struggle to get him back out. It started while posing for photos atop one of the big rocks in Central Park. Heather and Mr. K were doing what they do best: smiling for the camera. Then, a rustling of leaves just behind where they were seated caught their attention.
Neither Heather or Mr. K could see anything at first, but they searched the area below where they swore the sound had come. Suddenly, there was another rustling of the leaves. Mr. K pulled on his leash to inch closer to the suspect. What could it be, he wondered? Out came a puffy tail and Mr. K tried his best to break free and run after it. Squirrels! Soon, that little guy was out of sight but it wasn’t long until Heather and Mr. K were strolling along peacefully on the walking path when guess who crosses by?
The visit to Central Park was one of lots of starts and stops. One minute, Heather and Mr. K would be enjoying the scenery and itching to move on to the next spot. The next minute, they dug their paws in the ground and took off after this squirrel and that (usually in the opposite direction from which they were originally headed). Yes, Heather and Mr. K thought for sure that they would finally achieve their lifelong dream of catching the elusive squirrel during their visit to Central Park.
But these city squirrels had been around the block a few times and although they were daring and often cut it close, they were smart and quick on their tiny feet. Time after time, one would dart in front of Heather and Mr. K, only to escape in the nick of time by climbing up a tree. Neither Scottie seemed upset by this. It only made them more driven to accomplish their feat. After a few hours, when it was time to go, Heather and Mr. K went reluctantly but knew they would return to the Central Park of Squirrels with renewed energy and more practiced paws some day soon.