...and the squirrel won! Miss Jessie is addicted to squirrels. Addicted like heroin. She would run through fire to get a squirrel. Fortunately for us, she is rarely successful. Even when she is, she doesn't dismember or eat them. They become her toy. The whole business is totally disgusting and if I dwell on it for too long, I start to gag.
Today the squirrel managed to bite and scratch enough to make her yelp and drop it. She doesn't have any visible marks though. Despite going off her property and receiving a VERY stern warning from dad, she offers no apologies.
Miss Jessie's "little" brother is a Malamute and they are famous for chasing and killing small animals. Not this one - he just stood there and watched from a distance.
Do you find your life becoming a bit dull, too much of the same routine? Get a dog, or two or three. It's a new adventure every day.