We interrupt all the horsey fun for this:
What the hell is that?!?
Is it a squirrel? Chipmunk? Wombat? Wookie?
Personally, I think it's a squirmunk. Some Mr. Squirrel just lusted after those gorgeous stripes chipmunks have, and after a few visits to the Acorn Bar, he worked up the nerve to talk with one of them. And this guy, up on our roof, is the product of a one night stand between two cute rodents.
What's even weirder is he happens to have a Mohawk down his back instead of that cute chipmunk stripe his squirrel parent sought after in a mate.
Since he's adorable, and weird, all at the same time, he deserves a name.
And what's the sincerest form of flattery? Well, imitation, of course.
So he will henceforth be known as Willard. Willard the Wingdale Wombat.
(Willard is my dad. Hi Dad!)