Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Mr. Squirrel, Please Don't Eat My Dogs

When I came home from work today, I didn't think that I was going to come home to a blood bath.

Good news is that I didn't, but it was pretty damn close.

I happened to beat my mother home, which meant I had pup duty. Back in the end of January, we got two Silk Terrier liter mates off Craig's List, naming them Molly and Maddie. Let me tell you, they're monsters. Adorable, fluffy, balls of energy that will lick you to death.

Seriously.

Their tongues could be acid with how intensely they lick you. But that's getting off the subject... Damn my rambling. ANYWAY.

So I came home, let out the pups in the back yard. I heard the phone ringing, so I ran inside to grab the phone. It turned out to be my stepdad calling home to check messages from the hospital (at the risk of getting off-track again, UJ fell at work and broke his back). I went back outside to check on the pups... only to find them frantically barking at a tree. I was confused as crap, and just so happened to have the camera with me... Here's a video of just what they were barking at.



They were barking at a squirrel.

You see, before UJ fell and broke his back, he had this vendetta against squirrels because they were chewing on the side of our house. Well, apparently that led him to think about getting a cage to catch the squirrels. While it sat out on the picnic table with nothing caught for three weeks, he finally puts it down on the ground and one gets caught in there. And the pups found it.

Then mom came home.

Not even that distracted them. And we felt so bad for that little squirrel, so we had to let it go... but see what Molly does as we try to free the squirrel so he can return to his squirrel family.


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