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Paying homage to the Grey Ghost's sense of humor
I came home one evening to find the living room in total chaos. Scott had barely walked in the house with the dogs when Rufus and Willy suddenly dove behind the fishtank, barking. Rufus came out with a squirrel in his mouth and ran off. Willy was hunting another, but it had disappeared behind some furniture. Scott heard chattering coming from behind the TV table.
Now, if horror movies have taught us anything, it's that you never open a door that might have something scary behind it. Scott looked in and shined a flashlight. Two beady black eyes were looking back... and then jumped right at him.
The squirrel landed on Scott's chest and they both fell backwards, over the coffee table and onto the couch. Willy landed on top of Scott, knocking the wind out of him, as he tried to catch the squirrel. Willy and Rufus (who abandoned his dead squirrel in favor of a live one) toppled over everything in hot pursuit. I was just walking up the porch stairs when Willy ran past me with the squirrel in his mouth...