It finally happened. After countless chases and torturous tree climbing attempts, Ribsy has nabbed his first squirrel. This morning began with a walk at a grassy park down the street in their new neighborhood, and there it was. A hapless black squirrel caught in a corner with nowhere to escape.
Girl had always wondered what Ribsy would actually do with a squirrel, as silly as that may sound. Her questions were answered: he shook the living daylights out of it, panted, and held it in his mouth, unwilling to let it go. Now this they never teach you in obedience school: how do you get your squirrel hating dog to let go of its prized kill?
After five minutes of embarrassed, very awkward, "Rib-SY, drop...it....now!" commanded authoritatively but under the breath so as not to attract more attention than your squirrel-killing and squirrel-carcass-holding dog already has, he finally dropped it.
Strutting out of the park with his head held high, Girl worries if this will change Ribsy somehow. Any squirrel-killing whippet owners out there with an answer?