Posted By: Creekrunner
The Squirrel Chronicles - 01/06/16 04:41 PM
So I go out this morning with the .22, since the dogs have found a squirrel. I'm leaving and the wife gripes that they drive her nuts while I'm gone, yapping at squirrels. In the mist, I put the scope on what I think is his head. He drops, but more in a flying squirrel type way and not the usual ball up and straight down. A short chase ensues with the lab being surprisingly quick grabbing and my dog, the wonder blue lacy, blocking escape and diving in too, refusing to release, even when bit (although I think the squirrel was losing its strength). I couldn't be prouder. I inspect the lacy after it's all over and she just has a slight skin tear around her muzzle. The lab goes back to her usual goofy, jumping all around ecstatic. She's had a great morning. I wipe the squirrel blood off her muzzle with a baby wipe and leave the wife to inspect and dry them off. Trying to get in the shower, the wife comes in and you'd think one of the grandkids
had lost a limb. Her lab is bleeding. Yes the skin was bit clean through, maybe an 1/8 of an inch max under her left front leg. Off we go to the vet. Vet has a hard time not laughing, but he's keeping her for an hour or so to put a couple of staples in it. And she gets to come home with the cone of shame. I'm going duck hunting.
had lost a limb. Her lab is bleeding. Yes the skin was bit clean through, maybe an 1/8 of an inch max under her left front leg. Off we go to the vet. Vet has a hard time not laughing, but he's keeping her for an hour or so to put a couple of staples in it. And she gets to come home with the cone of shame. I'm going duck hunting.