My Dog Fenway

I have returned. I was lost in the place called 'backyard' and captured by an elite team of squirrels. I managed to break free a few days ago, lick my wounds, grab some treats, and now I will find my partner and assistant and we shall declare war. The ultimate fighting dog, me of course, my trusty sidekick, and a few treats for the battle ahead and we will conquer the backyard once again. Those pesky squirrels have gone to far, barking from way up in those trees. Staring down at me, taunting me. Their special forces of a possum and turtle and the air support from those crows won't save them from my mighty jaws and powerful running legs. I'll be calling in those seagulls that keep pooping on the car every time my human washes it for air support. That raccoon may take my side as he knows those squirrels have been eating the leftovers from the bins for months now. That's right, war, I'm going after them even if I have to call in cat support from the next street ove...