Looking at me...
While walking on the west side of St. Edward's Park, I noticed that a furry friend was watching me or at least I thought he was watching me. When our eyes met, there was no blank staring with "hungry eyes." There was no extending of open paws. What happened? This squirrel ignored me and started smelling the pine tree and non-verbaled, "Now, that's pine fresh."
... no just smelling the tree.
