


Look to the left. They look cute, don't they? But they are not. In the tree-lined neighborhoods of Montgomery County, there are a million of them. Really, I counted. One Million Squirrels. And .1% live above and around my house. Whenever I take Cody for a walk, he always gets his ears up, and tugs at the leash, trying to go after the squirrels. And from time to time, I decide not to be a slug, and I will actually run with him to "get" the squirrels. But in all this time we've had Cody, whether we have let him loose, or he's been on the leash, he has never caught a squirrel. I believed he was into it just for the sport of it. So yesterday, the whole family was saddling up to go for a walk to the park. I came outside and saw these 2 squirrels fighting around the neighbor's oak tree, both of them looking fat from acorns (we've got a million of those in our yard...from the neighbor's tree!) As I walked around the side of the house to get Cody, I muttered under my breath, a comment directed at the squirrels. I absentmindedly said, "Frickin' squirrels, you better GTF out before I bring my dog and he tears you apart." I mean, it was me living the comedy life in my mind. And at that A) I would never let Cody off the leash this close to the road B) If I ran with Cody at the squirrels, he could only go as fast as me, and I know I am not fast enough to catch a squirrel.

I am in a panic. This went from a few seconds of sport, to an actual tangle of fur flying at the end of the leash I am holding. Cody has the thing by the back thigh, and he is shaking his head left to right and the squirrel is writhing around! Anyone who knows me, knows that about a month ago I was bitten by a dog and the lady and the dog took off from the scene. And so now I am gun shy with just the thought of rabies. I can NOT believe this squirrel didn't get away, and I am starting to think maybe he is sick i.e. rabid.
At that moment he breaks Cody's grip and can now get away. Then some more thoughts run through my head:
Q: What happens if he bites Cody? A: Cody has his shots for Rabies.
Q: What happens if the squirrel is on the loose? A: There is now a rabid squirrel on the loose.
Conclusion: There must be something wrong with this animal.

Mind you all of this is happening in a 2 or 3 second period. If I did nothing, Cody would have regrouped and gone after the squirrel. The burden was on me to pull Cody away, and get him away from the squirrel. But I am now panicked and don't want to "turn my back on the threat". I mean, I pictured this squirrel now going beserk in its own right, and getting all pissed off, and transforming into a bigger, muscle bound squirrel with a green hue out looking for vengeance. I mean, that is what rabid animals do, don't they?
Before I could think twice, it was like Cody and I were of the same mind. He wanted that squirrel, and by God, I'd let him finish what he started. From what I could see of the squirrel at this point, part of his tail was taken off, and he appeared to be really gorged from acorns (one would presume). So Cody zeros in, and clamps right down on this fat-ass squirrel. I mean, his grip is perfect. He then starts to shake the squirrel back and forth in his mouth in earnest. At this point the adrenaline dies down a bit, and I am no longer in "the silence" that occurs as a result of an adrenaline rush. I hear my wife screaming, "Oh my GOD! Does Cody have a SQUIRREL?"
Let us pau

Those of you who have children, you perhaps can think back to a moment that brought your parenthood into bright uplands. I recall a story where a friend of mine took her 6 year old son to the woods with his new bicycle, and he spent a good hour riding up and down a series of little hills in these woods. Hills much like a bike motocross track. And from what this mother told me, he was quite good at it. When they got done, the boy walked up to his mother and said, "Mommy, I love Jesus first, but I love you the most for taking me here." I forgot about that story for years, until I pictured Cody in my head, with the squirrel in his mouth, shaking it back and forth. And then the moment when, with squirrel in mouth, he looked me right in the eye. Because at that moment, I believe he did love Jesus first, but he loved me the most for allowing him to shake living shit out of one of those pesky neighborhood squirrels. And for that, I loved him.
(Garrison Keillor mode: "off")
Cody dropped the squirrel as we began our walk. And the squirrel was just lying there. My wife suggested that at some point, I put it out of its misery. I said I would get the BB gun and do so if he was there when we got back. Surprisingly, when we got back he was gone. I think he was just stunned and gathered his wits, and ran away. But another part of me thinks, much like the Viet Cong, his buddies came and dragged his body away. Dragged it into one of the nearby tunnel entrances, just so we wouldn't be able to know one way or the other the fate of the deranged fat-ass squirrel.