Today when I walked Betty, there was a ripped up Trump sign lying on the road. Betty peed on it. I’m so proud.

An adolescent sparrow was chirping up a storm in the backyard demanding food from its parents. Once Betty realized that I wasn’t going to give her any of the Frosted Raspberry Pop-Tart I was eating, she decided to check out the sparrow ruckus. Betty wandered over to the racket in her basset hound way and took a little basset hound leap—barely missing her very first kill by an adolescent sparrow feather. That is what I call teaching a sparrow a lesson.

We have a sparrow friend at our house. I was sitting in the backyard yesterday when this bold bird landed two feet away and chirped at me repeatedly. Betty came over to see what was going on and the sparrow just looked at her. I’ve seen this sparrow munching out on dog treats Betty didn’t find. Perhaps it is a dog bird.