My last dog, Madison, would chase squirrels only to lose time and time again as the tree rats were able to get to a tree before being caught.
The one and only time he "caught" one was because the squirrel was trapped in the open with nowhere to run. It dodged and weaved only to stumble. It lay there helpless, prone on it's back and hands in the air as Madison straddled it looking down at his prey.
Then the mutt looked back over his shoulder at me as if to say "Holy $#!+! I caught one... now what the fark do I do?" In this moment of hesitation (confusion) the squirrel was able to dart away.
So ends the story of Madison's one and only catch.
He also tree-ed another kind of animal once. He was all happy, barking, looking up from the base of the tree, looking at me, looking up... I wandered over to see what it was. As I looked up... there was a fisher cat staring down at me and the dog 20 feet away (gulp). I pulled him away to safety and thought to myself "Well if Madison was a cat, there goes one of his lives."
Then the three times getting skunked (yep, he didn't learn the first two times).
I miss my dog.
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