Poor Hospitality

Duncan does not take kindly to uninvited guests in his yard, apparently.

The dogs have always sniffed around the crevices in our rock wall landscaping, and we've suspected the little chipmunks we see every so often must have burrows in there or something. Lately they've been more active about it, and this morning they were just going crazy about something. Both were sniffing wildly, trying to dig in between the rocks, and jumping back in fear.

After a couple of hours of this, I noticed Duncan suddenly swing his head wildly and something go flying across the yard. It took him a few moments to realize where he had flung it--which allowed me time to find out what the something was but not enough time to react--then he pounced. He grabbed it in his mouth and whipped it around violently a few times until he was convinced it was dead. I think he might have been trying to decide whether to eat it when I intervened and got the carcass out of there.

Even if I'd missed the kill, I would have been able to determine his guilt from the lines of blood where the dangling body had slapped against his side a few times.