Our dog Pepper loves to chase squirrels. One afternoon when my son opened the front door to let Pepper outside, he spotted a squirrel.
He was so surprised that he yelled, "There is a squirrel on the house!"
Everyone, including Pepper, came running. Pepper zipped outside and ran right to the big oak tree in our front yard and stood there looking around. Meanwhile, the kids and I stood on the front porch staring up in amazement at the squirrel that was indeed hanging on the side of the house.
Pepper caught sight of him and sped over. Now the squirrel realized that he was in big trouble. He was hanging from the side of the house and a big black dog was standing right beneath him.
Panicking, the squirrel raced across the side of the house hoping to lose the dog, but Pepper took off in hot pursuit. We watched in amazement as Pepper herded the squirrel back and forth along the side of the house, trampling all my flowers along the way.
Finally the squirrel figured out that he needed to get off the side of the house. Spotting the gutter, he jumped onto it and attempted to shimmy up to the roof, but quickly realized that it was slippery. The tired squirrel slipped down the gutter and fell right into Pepper's waiting jaws.
Pepper was so surprised that he almost completely dropped the squirrel, but he managed to grab hold of his tail. The kids started screaming in a combination of shock and horror while Pepper ran triumphantly around the yard with his catch swinging from his mouth.
Not wanting the dog to actually hurt the squirrel, I ran over and told him to drop the squirrel. The squirrel, minus a large chunk of tail, raced off to the nearest tree and proceeded to scold us from its highest branches.
I don't know who was more surprised that Pepper caught the squirrel -- Pepper, the squirrel or us!