Last week I was rushing around getting ready for work, and I let the dogs out one last time before leaving for a meeting, and I was about to be late. Turns out, I was. One dog came in, and the second dog was nowhere to be found. So, I called out and she came around the corner with a very recently deceased squirrel in her mouth. She proudly plopped it down on the cement and then strutted into the house – very happy with herself.
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