Here's a squirrel story for you.
Most of my dogs have been bitten through the lip or snout chasing and catching squirrels. They plan their attacks for weeks, then, when an interloper isn't looking, the race is on.
Occasionally there is a kill.
One day, my shorthair came in the house, and was gagging and hacking, and could not get his breath. He came right up to my desk.
I looked down at him, and I noticed something sticking out of his mouth. I thought, Oh No! he's been eating road kill, and he's going to retch right here on the Tabriz! He was gagging like he was about to puke, so I grabbed his collar, and took him outside.
He seemed to be in great distress, so, I grabbed on to whatever that bony stub was sticking about an inch out of the gagging, squirming, gasping dogs muzzle.
It was quite stuck, so I increased my traction.
Slowly, it dislodged, and began to come out of the dogs gullet. Out, and out, and out it came, first about a foot of orange slobbery, hairy tail. Then a set of nuts the size of golf balls, then each of the hind legs dislodged, and gave way to my pulling. Then the body followed, a couple front shoulders, a heavy neck, and finally, a Boon and Crocket head. The incisors at least half an inch long.
I recognized the squirrel as one that had been on my wife's bird feeder for years. He was 2ft or more in length, and as thick as a softball. Dear God, that animal was still warm and squirming. Though it expired beneath my boot on the sidewalk along our drive.
The sucking slurping sound the final pull made was not unlike the sound of a calf being pulled. It's a wonder that idiot hound survived his murderous gluttony.
He had a taste for venison tripe as well, the fresher, the better. 6-8 ft at a crack I would have to pull out of his gullet.
Kinda put me off GSP's.
