Get 'em, girl, kill!
Get 'em, girl, kill!
Growing up our family had a dashound. She was a big ham. I could go on and on about her showmanship, but will spare you. Anyway, her favorite thing to do was to chase squirrels.
Every morning she’d sit by the sliding glass door and watch and when she saw a squirrel, she would bark and we would let her out and she’d chase the squirrel around the patio and always, the squirrel got away. Year after year. Then one day the squirrel went the wrong direction and ended up nose to nose with the dog. The dog screeched on her breaks and fell over backwards... The ruse was over.
...the squirrel rocks my huntress dog’s world.