Erm, so our little not-quite-nine month old who we've always had down as the hapless crusader, and who only started taking an interest in squirrels 2 weeks ago, has just been and caught himself one.
We took the dogs up to Greenwich park for their usual evening walk (they both love squirrelling so it's a great time of day for them and exhausts them completely). We'd been there 5 mins and Bella had been scouting around in the garden bit of the cafe (no dogs allowed), so we went to get her, she came out and Zorro went in. He disappeared so Ali went to find him and then started shrieking "Claire!!! Claire!!!" - well there'd been a slightly mardy staffie prowling around so that was my first instinct but I couldn't hear any squealing or anything that sounded like a dog fight. I went running up to the entrance and was met by Zorro, tail held aloft, carrying a squirrel which was almost half the size of him. He had no idea what to do with it but then suddenly disappeared under a hedge and I thought "oh god he's going to eat it" but he didn't, he just made a makeshift hole, plonked it in and came back out again to look for more squirrels.
I can't believe it, little ZZ Top with a killer instinct!
He is very, very pleased with himself (currently settling down next to me on the sofa). The thing that gets me is he's not even 9 months yet (another week to go) and barely any experience of chasing squirrels - at this rate he's going to halve the squirrel population of Greenwich park.
He was very swift with the kill, Ali said he caught the scent, legged it and came back a second later carrying his kill - not a mark on him, thank god. Poor little squirrel though....
