Last night after finishing up dinner dishes, Ali and I wanted to go play tennis. It was a simple little desire that was quickly thwarted by the realization that we had given all the tennis balls to the dogs. We ventured out into the backyard to see if any of them were salvageable (which they weren't) by digging around in all the holes they had dug to bury their "treasures."
While we were searching, in vain, our next door neighbor shouted over the fence, "Hey! He got one today!"
Not sure what he was talking about Ali hollered back, "Who? Got what?"
Tim came over by the fence and pointed at Sammy. "He got a squirrel!"
There was a moment of silence as we contemplated the fact that our dumb, sweet, gentle boy had made his first kill. We didn't think he had it in him.
"Yeah," Tim said. "They were chasing something around the yard when I heard this crunching noise followed by this screaming sound. He got him good! That squirrel limped up the tree but I'm sure he's a goner by now!"
Ali and I were dumbstruck.
Tim finished off the disbelief by adding, "Yeah, I told him what I good boy he was!! Those damn squirrels just won't stay out of my flower beds!"
What happened to our sweet little Sammy-Boy?
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