On the early days i would always see the older dogs go after the squireels. And i would always say to myself im gonna get one of those little fur balls one day.
Now here i am in the situation as all those older dogs I would see gracefully sprint after the ullisive squirel. Sp i plan my attack. I wait for mother and yound daddy to leave the homestead then i wait. Many for hours on end, but i know that once they come back i will get what i deserve. So know i see the white box comeing up the driveway and then i see it, those little furballs are runnin every which way. I pick out my target and start to run. I see him head for a tree but i cut him off with my mouth. Finnially i have cought you.
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