Bob on the Hunt

(Sept. 24, 2002   3:36 a.m.)

I let Bob outside to go relieve himself and he wandered off into the yard. That's typical. For some reason, he takes a whiz up by the house, and he finishes his business towards the back of the yard. After a few minutes of not seeing him look like a teapot, I called him inside. He usually comes running to the house, but not this time. He was staying by the tree like he's found something. He sure did....some animal. I went back inside, got my flashlight, and noticed it was a baby squirrel. It must've fell from the nest directly above it. Oh well, too bad for him. Bob was having fun with the thing for at least 20-30 minutes. Pawing and clawing at it, biting it and carrying it across the yard. All the while, the baby squirrel was making this high pitched "SQUUUEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAK SQUUEEEEEEEEEAAAK!!!" sound. I went back inside, and later on I heard Bob HOOOOOWWWLLLLLLL. That must be dog for "I'm done eating live animals...now let me have a drink of water." I opened the backdoor, he ran into the kitchen and lapped up 15 gallons of water. He's now passed out on the floor.

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