Spring Has Sprung In the Woods of Vermont…

Well, it had to happen some time along.

The temperatures here in the northeast have finally started to moderate a little, and the wildlife near my house in Addison County has begun to stir. I know this because of my dog, George, who’s constantly chasing down the squirrels and chipmunks around our house.

George is a four year old, 35 lbs pot-cake from the island of St. Croix. From all the way down on the beach, mon! This little guy was brought to Vermont as a puppy, care of a couple with a house on the island. They were involved with a local rescue dog program doing its best to rid the island of an overpopulation problem. He was one of the lucky ones that escaped, and my wife and I were the lucky ones that found him at the shelter.

Now it’s springtime, and George is ready to romp! Last night, I let him outside and he headed out on his patrol route as usual, this time stopping at what I have deemed the squirrel motel. It’s a huge chuck of a maple stump, still standing, with room for many a squirrel.

Needless to say, George was barking at the foot of that tree for a good two hours, until dusk, taunting them to come out. He’s one of those dogs that puts his whole body into his bark and goes for volume every time. It’s an all dog alert!

Goodbye Winter, hello Spring!