Dear Mr. Squirrel,

This morning I was going to write about my latest battle with you to protect my kingdom.  But in light of what happened in Dallas, I just can’t.  There’s too much real hate in the world to let our silly disagreements get the better of us.

Mr. Squirrel, I’m sorry for all the times I’ve barked at you for no reason.  In fact, it’s ok that you ate all the strawberries Dad planted.  I suppose you like them as much as I do.

So today I call a truce.  Oh I’m sure there will be more disagreements between us in the future, as you taunt me from my own backyard and eat the vegetables in my garden.  But today, lets be friends.  I’m even going to wear that foolish Squirrel collar Mom bought me as a peace offering.

Tail Wags,

Chuck Billy