There's a nut in my yard!

When there is a yard, and a fence, and a little dog named Mr. Wilson what could be just a bunch of grass and dirt becomes so much more. Just looking out the window becomes a more than time spent daydreaming, instead it is time spent watching youthful exhuberance at its peak, as birds scatter, squirrells run for the trees, mulch goes flying and the very air we breathe becomes a whirling dirvish surrounding the madman that is responsible for all the nuttiness.

If only he had somebody like him to play with.

Hmmm....