[Dailydrool] HUNTIN DAWG score

[Beverly Szaton]

Dis are Nigel an I is offishully a HUNTIN hound! I cawt meself  big ole
squrrl, tunt it inna ragdoll. Wuddent let nobody heve it, not even
MomPerson. She cheets. She putta slipper leesh on me an titen it till my
feets awmoss not toucha groun. I hadda leggo I cudent breeve!! Guess mebbe I
shudna growlt an snapt at her.
But dats ok! She not mad. She put my squrl where I cant git it tho, but she
gib me lotsa treets inside da hawse. She wuddent lemme kiss she, I dunt nose
why.Enyways da score
NIGEL THE MIGHTY HUNTER AND SLAYER OF DANGEROUS SQURLS --1
Squrl--0

Mighty Hunter Drool to ebberbuyddy whut needs it
Nigel of Nigel, Llewis, Conley and Cooper.
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MomPerson adds:
Yes here I sat at the computer gradually noticing that I am listening to the
shrill screams of a squirrel. Go out and find Mama Squirrel hanging
desperately on the fence facing the yard, not running when I come out. Ahh,
the tip-off. I know instantly, and I know who to look for as well, and there
he was, Nigel with a grey floppy toy hanging out of his mouth on either
side. This squirrel was DOA. I am not actually sure it had not been deceased
when he found it because it was pretty cold, but it was three-quarters grown
and I do not know what would have killed it, if the dogs didn't. They had
been outside about an hour. The lack of noise should have tipped me off.
Conley came in-- obviously distressed by his inability to the get varmint
away from Nigel, if he was stupid enough to try. I wasn't. I have been
through this before and Nigel is a formidable opponent when it comes to
truly guarding. He doesn't do it often, but when he does, he means business.
So I came in and got a slice of bread (with butter) in an effort to make a
more fair "trade". He tried to grab the bread without letting go of the
squirrel and as I jerked it away Llewis grabbed it out of my hand and took
off. Ok. I had brought a slip-lead. (I love them). I put it on Nigel and
reluctantly tightened it until his front feet were on the ground but only
just.
There was no thrashing, no fighting, no gurgling, just Nigel hanging onto
that squirrel until the very last gasp, when he dropped it and, without
letting him down just yet I snatched the squirrel away and then, let him
down, told him he was a good boy (he DID drop it, even if it was
involuntary) we put the decedant in the poop can and came in the house for
major goodies and a hand wash. With Bleach.

He is now napping in his crate, not put there, he just went into his crate
and curled up and went to sleep, I imagine very proud. As he should be. I
guess. I feel sorry for the Mama, but I have told them before not to nest
here, and they insist on doing it anyway.
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