Uma and Buddy often streak out of the house and through the dog door, chasing after some type of animal. I figure it’s bunnies, but today it was a squirrel. I saw it skitter, get cornered, skitter again, and then Nick ran out….guess Buddy had it. When I called him, he had a giant squirrel hanging from his mouth. Nick had to squeeze his neck until he yelped to get him to release it, and it wasn’t quite dead. I won’t go into details about taking it out of its misery, but it was a sad event. I didn’t think Buddy was a killer. He always liked picking up dead birds, but I think this was his first real kill. I hope he doesn’t keep it up.