And a Partridge in a Pear Tree....

Well, we DO have a pear tree.
But we don't have a partridge.
It's a squirrel.
And it is driving poor Rocco crazy.

Everyday day when we open the back door, we find the the pears that are located directly above our cedar bench...


Scattered, shredded, pureed, all over the bench.

Thre are little shredded pieces of pear all over the bench, the pavers, the sidewalk. It's a mess.
Every. Single. Day.



And knowing there is an uninvited houseguest in his yard makes poor Rocco insane.
He goes into Chief Inspector Rocco mode, searching for clues.....



Then he will stare at the tree for a long time, wishing he had x-ray vision to see the culprit.


But he has yet to find the criminal in action.

As a side note, we are HOPING that it is, in fact, a squirrel.
And not a raccoon.
Or a possum.
Because we actually have not seen the culprit either.
We just find his leftovers.