My dogs spend most of the waking hours of the day running between my fence, the grapefruit tree and the tangerine tree, in what I thought was a fruitless dream to one day catch a squirrel.
I guess their hard work finally paid off.
I should have taken a photo of the poor beast, but I was too flustered by whole corpse in the kitchen thing to think about it.
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Damn, why does all the good shit happen to dog people? I'd have nailed it to a plank and painted it.
Ha! His little carcass might still be in the bin if you want it?
Sorry I didn't get to visit the other day when saw you downstairs. Things got busy up here.
Every dog has his day. So do certain squirrels--only the day is not the same.
Nooo!!!!!
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