January 25, 2003 Maverick broke her leg in pursuit of a squirrel. Prior to this incident she had caught and killed a squirrel, a young raccoon and assorted voles and field mice. She spent over 7 weeks in a cast---which she broke once at two weeks---so it had to be redone from square one as she destroyed the healing that had occurred thus far. The recovery process has been slow but steady. She still limps upon awakening and when the weather is making a change for the worse. Probably always will as it was a short foot bone that broke rather than a long bone. Still, I knew she was back in fine form today when she again captured one of those naughty, power line-chewing, telephone wire-chewing tree rodents.
Funny about squirrels. They are so cute when you first see them. It's only after you've lived with them for a while that their satanic evilness becomes apparent. Still they do inspire art. A lady at my writer's retreat read a story she wrote that started with the protagonist saying Kaddish, the Jewish prayer for the dead, after she ran over a squirrel. I even wrote a short story from a squirrel's point of view last year which you can read here if you've a mind to. A town nearby to me is famous for it's Black Squirrels and there is a town in Canada that's famous for it's White Squirrels. All I can say is I have a .22 and a squirrel dog so keep your frou-frou squirrels out of my yard if you know what's good for them.