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While packing orders I thought I saw my dog Rocky licking his paw on the porch…Went out to tell him to stop & dear reader, let me tell you he was not licking his paw.
Nope, he had caught a big fat brown squirrel, and was happily gnawing on its brains after cracking its little skull open like a juicy walnut (chunks of skull were everywhere).
Half its head was gone, and in that moment I heard someone yell “aaaaaaaah!!!”
Ok, so it turned out that someone was me, because good god it was straight zombie movie nightmare fuel. Mystery solved on that front.
Rocky looked super pleased with himself, after what I can only assume was a delicious little sesos snack. Called the vet, they were none concerned as his shots are all up to date, and “the dietary variety might actually be good for him”.
Poor lil guy can’t figure out why I don’t want him to lick me right now. Dogs, man.
Nope, he had caught a big fat brown squirrel, and was happily gnawing on its brains after cracking its little skull open like a juicy walnut (chunks of skull were everywhere).
Half its head was gone, and in that moment I heard someone yell “aaaaaaaah!!!”
Ok, so it turned out that someone was me, because good god it was straight zombie movie nightmare fuel. Mystery solved on that front.
Rocky looked super pleased with himself, after what I can only assume was a delicious little sesos snack. Called the vet, they were none concerned as his shots are all up to date, and “the dietary variety might actually be good for him”.


Poor lil guy can’t figure out why I don’t want him to lick me right now. Dogs, man.