Mojo haz squirrel!
Mojo on his chair with his Fluffy Toy
Still in the fog of my dream state, I heard sounds of frenzied commotion in the living room this morning. I soon realized it was the rapid-fire pitter patter of Mojo's little paws on the wood floor, which is common when he has his little manic play-dates with his Fluffy Toy, zooming back and forth from the kitchen to his chair in the living room whilst shaking and dribbling Fluffy as he runs.
I rolled over and began heading back into a much needed slumber, when suddenly the clatter of the scrambling Mojo came down the hall and into my room. He zoomed immediately under the bed and was carrying on in a most agitated way as I began to detect another sound besides Mojo. I finally sat up in the bed as Mojo exited from underneath and caught a glimse of something grayish-brown running away from my little Dorkeypoo... it was a squirrel! In the house! In my bedroom! And little Mojo was on the hunt, to be sure. He cornered the squirrel, grabbed it by the back and shook the little fluffy-tailed critter vigorously, just as he does with his Fluffy Toy. Still in the fog of half-sleep, I sat stunned as I watched this display of the more violent side of animal instinct at work. I considered intervening, then had to remind myself that "this is what dogs do", especially dogs that are bred to hunt small rodents, et. al... and squirrels occasionally get themselves into a pickle when they venture out from their treetop safehouses... and so it is.
In short order, Mojo had disabled the squirrel and lugged it into the dining room, where he laid it in the middle of the floor. Amazingly there was no blood. The squirrel was still squirming a bit, tho obviously paralyzed to a great degree. Mojo was so excited about his victory and began racing in circles around his unfortunate prey. He then started nudging the squirrel with his nose as if he were trying to get it to play with him. Mojo never tried to eat or dismember the squirrel which was a huge relief to me for several reasons, namely the horror of watching such carnage and the unpleasant task of cleaning up a bloody murder scene afterward.
Finally, I grabbed a broom and a mop and carefully transported the squirrel-interrupted outside, returning him to his squirrelly family and nature. Mojo was cool with all that and never got aggressive or possessive in the least. Apparently for him, it's all about the chase - much like some people, actually.
Perhaps humans and domesticated animals are evolving together in some ways? Who knows. All I know is I'm tired, but at least I got up at a more normal time this morning, thanks to my mighty little four-legged hunter and the unlucky squirrel who took a wrong turn down the chimney and into my house.. the house that is Mojo's lair... squirrels beware!
Mojo says "farewell" to his squirrel foe
Biscy is so proud of his bro!
BTW, I think we're going to Depp up Biscy's body mohawk and participate in the Humane Society Halloween Parade on Saturday. Love to see you and Mojo some time!
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OMG...Mojo iz killah! It was only a matter of time, with those squirrels taunting him with their fluffy, fluffy tails. Back in Texas I had a cat kill a squirrel-he then proceeded to sit on it in the backyard all day long as the other squirrels yelled at him.
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YOU GO BOOOIIIIEEE!!!
We know a thing or two about squirrels. In fact we are at eternal war with the squirrels. You may recall that our yard is full of walnuts all of which belong to us, but those evil, nasty, thieving rodents have the unmitigated audacity to stroll right on up into OUR yard and try to make off with them, cowardly darting into the trees to avoid our righteous anger.
We always knew you had it in you buddy and we are very, very proud of you today.
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Hey, Mojo is a cutie...is he single. The big apple isn't kinder to single-over-29 females either.
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