On our morning walk we stop at a tree. Beneath the tree a woman holds her dog high above her head.
“There’s a squirrel,” she explains.
I look up. Five feet above the dog sits a squirrel.
“He wants to say hi,” the woman explains.
Maybe. But the squirrel is clearly focused on breakfast.
“Not without a ladder,” I joke.
“Brilliant! Did you hear that, Theo? We’re going to get a ladder, yes we are. Yes we are.”
Theo and I make eye contact and in the moment I swear there is an unspoken communication between the species.
“Don’t humor her,” Theo says. “I showed interest in a squirrel one time – once! – and now I’m hanging by my armpits, head stuck in a tree.”