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Oh man...that's rough

wow, his testicles are caught

I couldn't imagine a worse predicament for a male of any species.

NUTS!

Notice the bird feeder to the left in the picture.

From people I've known who have bird feeders, "TOO BAD".

The chair is probably designed to trap squirrels.

I think this was a dead squirrel that somebody hung by the balls for the photo op.

I agree, seems fake.
I always thought squirrels carried their nuts in their cheeks.

I hate squirrles. They have cost me thousands in home repairs.

I have a bird feeder not so much to feed birds. More because it gives a good look at killing those little tree rats with my pellet gun.

buzzkill.

I think my Dad put it there as a warning to other squirrels who may want to get into his bird feeder.

I have huge trees all around my house, and squirrels everywhere.

I am always kind of amused by them, especially when my dog goes out into the yard, and they start cussing at him. They go running up the trees, or up on a roof, and just start chattering like crazy. My dog just looks at the like, "yeah, that's right".

One day my dogs were outside barking. I went out there to see what they were barking at. They were barking at the drain pipe. wth? So I bang on it and a squirrel runs out. My dog grabs it and runs off with it. It was squeaking as she killed it and I felt bad.

Then it got brutal. My dog tore it in half. I yelled at her, and she swallowed one half whole. Then she swallowed the other half whole.

And that is how you get rid of a squirrel.

About 6 years ago, Miss Bella was coming into her prime. 90 lb. of muscle, seriousness and purpose. She patrolled the back yard, and kept ALL threats beyond the fence line.

It's Easter Sunday afternoon. The In-Laws are here. 'Big G' and I are still wearing our Church-goin' suits (not to be taken off until Easter Sunday Dinner is over...). We're 'chatting it up' in the living room. We're staring out the bank of windows on the southern wall. We can see part of the front yard... and part of the back. The subject is B'ella.


[Pops]: "Does she ever stop patrolling?"
[Me]: "Yeah- when we bring her in for dinner."
[Pops]: "That's a good dog-"
[Me]: "Yeah, she is. In fact-"

I was about to launch into one of my long-winded soliloquies in support of my grrrl, when there was an explosion of frenetic activity at the fence line that separates our back yard from the front.

George and I simultaneously pivoted our attentions to the windows that line the southern wall of my living room, just in time to see a squirrel- flying about 2-3 ft over the fence/gate that separates our back yard from the front yard. We then watched Bella crash into the fence, in her pursuit of the interloper.

The squirrel lay motionless in the front yard for about 15 seconds, got his [spit] together... and scurried up the trunk of our Horse Chestnut tree- in the front yard.

Bella 'got her [spit] together' on the other side of the fence... and trotted back to the kitchen door, to be let in.

It was like a graphic scene from "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom."

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[George]: That's a good dog-"
[Me]: Yeah, she is-"

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I'm a "night owl," married into an entire family of Early Risers.
Later on that night, long after everyone else had retired for the night, I retraced the day's events... and stopped at that moment.

And My Dog made me laugh my ass off.

[Bella]: "Squirrels are THE ENEMY. You human fools simply don't understand The Threat... but that's why I'm here. We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds..."

Dogs are the absolute best.

That's a good dog.

Yeah.... she is.

Have you ever wished you could go back in time and fix just one thing?...

...or two things?

That's exactly what my wife did to me this weekend

You got off easy considering the crime.

Fried squirrel with gravy and biscuits! Mmmmmm......

That's only because she pulled them both off, and put them back in the jar in her nightstand.

[she]: "You'll get these back when I need them..."

You got that right