I Cause Grevious Injury; There Are Reprecussions

Today, I injured jc, although to listen to him, you'd think he should be in the trauma center at the hospital. Here's what I did:

How did I do this? Well, jc took me out this morning for my usual tour of the back yard to take care of business (you know, make sure all the trees are still there, eat some grass, whiz on 6 or 7 trees, maybe finally get around to #2). Now, you've probably not seen any pictures of our yard, but we live on a sloped lot of 2.2 acres. Here's a picture to get the idea of the slope of the wooded area:

If you read my previous posts, you know I kinda have a slightly high prey drive [jc: On a scale of 1 to 10, it would be 12]. So I was standing there, getting ready to finally take care of business, when who should I see at the bottom of the hill (even further down than you can see in the picture), but my arch enemy, Mr. Squirrel:

I started to chase his fuzzy butt, nearly yanking jc off his feet. jc grabbed a tree to keep me from dragging him down the hill (I kinda forgot he was still holding the leash), and scraped his hand on the tree. He held on tight, and after a couple seconds I realized I should have thought this through a little better. Result? The hoosegow!

OK, not really. That's just a picture jc had of me in my crate. I got fussed at, and threatened with going back to the prong collar when I go out. At least I didn't eat the stupid squirrel. And I tried to tell jc pain is just sickness leaving the body, but I don't think he was buying that. Especially about the time soap got into the scrape.

Anyways, on a more positive note, jc said today we're going to go to a place called Elachee Nature Science Center where they have a bunch of trails. I think we're going to walk the 4 mile trail today. Maybe I'll see some squirrels!

*woof*