Fat Tony and His Dogz

I was bringing the recycling to the curb when I spotted the elusive Fat Tony scuttling along the bushes by our house.

Apparently Fat Tony believed in the Paco method of hiding, which in Fat Tony’s case translated to creeping under a bush, flopping over on his side, and leaving his big ole tail hanging out of the bush.

When that proved unsuccessful in driving us away, Fat Tony tried camouflage instead.

But then the sun moved.

By now, the dogs (minus Paco, who was busy sniffing the grass in an attempt to find a tiny spot which he had not already desecrated) were beginning to get suspicious that something was going on.

Mina, in particular, was prepared to wait and watch until something happened. She wasn’t picky about what that something was.

I finally convinced the dogs to go inside for breakfast. Once they were finished eating, I took them outside again in hopes that someone would poop before I had to drag them up three flights of stairs to my office. Unfortunately, the squirrel had not made it very far in the intervening time.

Stanley noticed.

And so Fat Tony decided to start all over from the beginning, and hid the Paco way.