When I had a dog, he loved chasing them but would always loose as the squirrels found a tree to climb then sit on a branch chattering at him as he looked up.
Except for one time, when he caught one. He was straddling it as the squirrel was on it's back looking up at death's door. But the dog looked over at me rather confused and slightly surprised as to say "Holy $hit I caught one, now what?" That was just the the opening the tree rat needed and was able to bolt away.
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