I came home from work today to a lovely surprise – a decapitated squirrel in my backyard and my dog Levi looking very proud of herself.
As you can probably guess by the title, this is not the first time. In fact, on a daily basis Levi will stand next to the fence, stare up at the squirrels and pace the fence line as they walk across in a teasing manner. I’m not sure if she finally jumped high enough to reach one or if one of the little suckers slipped off the fence, but she caught one and she is proud.
When did this little cute face become a killer?