About a week ago, I was looking out my kitchen window that looks across the deck to my above-ground pool in the back year. I noticed a small grey squireel had fallen into the pool and was doing, what appeared to be, the front crawl- swimming as best he could. I knew there was no way for him to get out without my help, and if I didn't do something he would certainly drown. I ran and grabbed the leaf skimmer net and assisted him from the pool by scooping him up. Just out of the water, and finding solid footing, he jumped onto the edge that surrounds the pool.
As I lay the pole back in the pool and rested my arms on the edge, the small squireel ran around towards me and stopped- lying right across my forearm. Resting his water soaked body and two front paws on my arm, he looked up at me for a second or two. It was a cute encoutner, and I had enought time to ask him if he was tired before he jumped up and again, rested on my other arm. Then he jumped to the ground. I thought about what I had done and was pleased to have saved this little squireel's life, but couldn't help wonder what was going through his little mind when he stopped on my arm and looked up at me.
In human terms he probably thought "Thank God, you were here!"
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