Thomas was barking outside at something for five minutes straight this morning, so I went out there to tell him to be quiet. As I rounded the corner of the house, I saw him at the base of a tree, looking up into the leafless branches. The squirrel that he had been barking at made an escape attempt and jumped from 20 feet up down onto the gravel driveway and made a quick get away. But not quick enough.
Thomas got to the squirrel before it had time to get more than a few meters, then grabbed it, shook it violently as it let out a few squeaks of terror and pain, and took off with it around the house. I ran inside to get my camera. Thomas sprinted around the house for about 10 minutes, not letting me get near him–afraid that I would steal his prize.
He eventually ran inside with it through his dog door and found an adequate spot to leave it.
On the sheep-skin rug in the living room.
I made him pose with it.
Thomas didn’t want to eat it, and I didn’t want it to go to waste so I chopped it up with some sweet potatoes and made a nice lunch.