Last night it stormed here, but Pasha insisted on going outside. Truck who does not like getting wet, reluctantly went with him. After a few minutes, I heard Truck barking and called them inside. Truck immediately came running, he knows that if comes when I call, he will get a treat. Pasha who usually beats Truck in was nowhere to be seen. I called Pasha a few more time and nothing. I started to worry because it is not like Pasha to ignore me and went to get the flashlight to look for him. I figured he must have been struck by lighting was laying dead in the yard. I found Pasha with his ass in the air and head stuck in a pile of branches that fell from the trees. He had found something and was not leaving his find.

I decided to leave him outside for a bit while Truck and I retired to the warmth of the bedroom. After about 30 minutes, I went to check on him. He was waiting next to the door soaking wet, snout cover in mud and blood. At his feet, the remains of a squirrel. He was mighty upset that he could not bring his prize inside with him. However, his displeasure with me was short lived for as soon as Truck saw the bloody squirrel carcass, a dog fight supreme ensued. Truck got the neck and Pasha got a hind leg. Now, all this is taking place in the doorway from the porch to my kitchen and as the battle progresses they move into the kitchen. My hysterical scream were ignored as squirrel parts go flying. I had to spray them spray hose from the kitchen sink to get them to stop. Well, not stop exactly. Truck used Pasha’s surprise to grab the squirrel and run outside. He lost interest very quickly and came back in the house to nap.