Meet my dog Max.



Obviously not a raging killer... unless you take his chair.



 Meet Mr. Squirrel.



Max and Mr. Squirrel met on Tuesday. It wasn't pretty.


Oh, and that thing on the ground is a toy...not the victim.

Max goes after squirrels all the time, maybe fifteen a day. It's been six years and he never got one till now. So I guess he deserves a pat on the back.

Or a toothpick.


My mother, however, needs therapy. She called me to commiserate Mr. Squirrel's un-timely demise. She told me how upset she was that he could not live out his squirrel life and be all he could be, so early into spring and all.

 I could only imagine all Mr. Squirrel is missing out on and the things he had to look forward to before his life was cut so short.

Things like



Eating little acorny bits.


Sitting on trees and starring at stuff.



Scurrying about aimlessly.



Sleeping.



Getting fat and cuddly.

After some internet searching I found that it doesn't stop there....

The modern squirrel keeps himself busy with a great deal of activities like: 


Water Skiing






Visiting our nation's capitol





 


Getting married





Practicing gun safety 





Cruisin' for chicks



 

Drinking beer



 



Going to Star Trek Conventions





 
Dying for our country




And....

Becoming Catholic





 Yup, there is a lot Max took from Mr. Squirrel. I only hope that the memory of Mr. Squirrel lives on through this blog. 


And my mom can look into Max's eyes again.




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