Anyway, I was walking my dog, Joey, in the park today, which is a generally daily occurence for me. I arrived at the park and I meet up with Amanda, one of the cuter ladies who also walks her dog in there. We were heading through the forest down to Falls Ravine and were having a good time talking, and there was a den in the trees above us. In the trees, 3 squirrels were having a tussle (it's that time of year, I guess). Now, Joey is a herding breed, but for some reason, he loves chasing and barking at squirrels. So he ran up to the base of the tree and was barking loudly at the squirrels, as they chased and wrestled with each other, as did her dog.
Now, I don't know what is was. One of the squirrels must have been crazy or stupid or rabid or something, because it stopped fighting. I don't know why, but it ran down the limb it was on and beelined straight down the treetrunk. At about ten feet, it leapt...
...right into Joey's jaws, who leapt vertically and caught the damn thing. Then Joey started shaking it violently and the other dog caught an end, and were tugging on it when I finally got in there and got the nasty mess away from them (with Amanda was standing 12 feet away wide eyed and horrified). Needless to say, one of my bags for cleaning up after Joey was donated to the task of transporting the mangled mess until I found a trash can to place it in, with a pair of other dogwalkers being more than a little bothered about the bloodied muzzles of our dogs and the plastic bag I was disposing of.
Anyway, we and Amanda parted company, as she was taking her dog to the vet in a hurry because she wasn't up on her dogs rabies shots (Joey's were up to date). Reflecting on the incident, I've come to the conclusion that the squirrel species is now just a little bit better, for that one squirrels dramatic exit of their gene pool.
