Every morning I turn Harvey and Jackson out to the yard. The yard is fenced, but I still monitor the boys from the door. Well, yesterday I stepped away for only a moment... When I stepped back I saw Jackson playing with his AKC Squirrel stuffy. He was having a grand time with it... throwing it in the air, doing zoomies... Then I realized... his stuffy was on the ground... Jackson must have...?!?!
Jackson caught a squirrel!!! Boy, he was one happy dog. My neighbors, probably not so much. I opened the door and screamed at the top of my lungs... "DROP IT!" To my surprise, he did! Somehow I managed to get both boys in the house.
Oh, the horror. What to do with the squirrel? Since I live in the city, I had to be careful about how to "take care of it." I won't share the details, but I did "do the right thing."
Now, I'll disclose a bit about myself. I live alone, and other than my fear of my basement (an after effect of Hurricane Isabel), I manage just fine. Sometimes my friends ask if I wish I had a husband... and sometimes I really do. Like when it's time to flip the mattress... or when my dog manages to catch a squirrel.
2 months ago