tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post112501155094574412..comments2023-11-02T09:32:19.384-04:00Comments on In Blue Ink: The Dead Squirrela/k/a Nadinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499119739368587916noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-1125072759512170692005-08-26T12:12:00.000-04:002005-08-26T12:12:00.000-04:00I can't even formulate an appropriate response to ...I can't even formulate an appropriate response to this madness. What a thing to do! You're lucky Mr. Rochester didn't find it and have himself a good roll.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-1125019102486539982005-08-25T21:18:00.000-04:002005-08-25T21:18:00.000-04:00I hope the poor dead squirrel wasn't squeaky, the ...I hope the poor dead squirrel wasn't squeaky, the squirrel I raised by hand.<BR/><BR/>Those vile people could have buried it.<BR/><BR/>I really hope it wasn't squeakers.<BR/><BR/>Even living way out in the country with the neighors a quarter a mile a way, we had trouble with them shooting our cats and other stuff. <BR/><BR/>But that sounds mighty unneighborly.<BR/><BR/>(I am refraining about saying anything about Shirly and Bob!)Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com