And boy is she ever fast. She loves nothing more than running around the yard, playing with Meg and chasing critters.
She spends most of her day laying at the kitchen door, watching the many birds and squirrels that frequent our yard. She sits, waiting patiently, watching. She lives for the moment when I emerge from what has started to feel like my cave of hibernation (aka “office”) and open the door for her. That’s when the fun really begins. When all the little critters scatter in fear as Belle flies around the yard.
Today, something different happened.
Today our little princess caught a squirrel.
Belle promptly grabbed the squirrel and shook the rest of the life out of it.
I called Hubby, gave him the scoop. I was thinking he might have some ideas on what to do.
First, he said, “Don’t let her take it in the house.”
He followed that bit of wisdom with, “You are taking pictures, right?”
Lucky for me, I do have a brain. Sometimes I even use it. I just grabbed a plastic grocery bag, grabbed Belle, and managed to get the bag around the squirrel.
That’s when things got a bit gross. She didn’t want to let it go. So I had to really grip the thing to make her let it go.
Ew, ew, ew!
There was a bag around it. But still.
She was not happy about giving up her new toy. And I was stuck with a dead squirrel in a grocery bag. What to do? Set it aside until later, of course.
Are you thinking, “At least the grill wasn’t on?”
Unfortunately, it was. I’d used it to cook dinner the night before and had forgotten to turn it off.
At least the squirrel wasn’t all cold and stiff when I went and retrieved him half an hour later. That’s the bright side.
I’m still left with a dead squirrel in a grocery bag, though.
Know any good recipes for squirrel? No hurry. He’s safely ensconced in the freezer for now. Just let me know when you have found a good recipe or two.