I let my two dogs out at lunch, spying something scurrying around the side of our center tree and the planter around it.
Before I could even look, Blake had lunged and gotten a small critter in his mouth. It was squealing and I grabbed Blake, yelled loudly and he dropped the animal.
Chip (or Dale) was dead, twitching and gutless on the ground. Poor animal.
Blake proceeded to pout through my entire lunch hour, either because I yelled at him, or because I removed his "toy".
RIP Chip (or Dale)...