Gurl, which sometimes can be "Squirrel", is still learning her way about being in the country. She was raised in town with not much of a yard to run around in. Now, she has acres to run, explore and rule over. Which is both good and bad. The good; she is tired at the end of the day, verses bouncing off the walls or chewing on the cats. The bad; well that would her collection of ticks that she inevitable shares with us during the night. "G" damn is what I would hear from the other side of the bed. What? A tick is on my cheek!