West Highland Terriers are not hunting dogs but perhaps more a term I hate “ratters” or “earth dogs”. Our speciality are rodents. We are fierce diggers and burrowing in a hole will not save a rodent we are on the trail of.
Here in Toronto there were rodents and yes I have seen rats and mice. Squirrels and rabbits too. There were a few squirrels which I swear were taunting me. They would sit on the fence and watch me as I barked at them. I could swear they were laughing at me. I once had a squirrel at my mercy but Master Robert ordered me to back off. The quarry was sick. Not fair game! Rabbits were too darn fast. No chance.
Then a close call. It was 07:00 and Master Robert let me out for a pee and there was a black and white squirrel. Attack! Right on target for a kill until Master Robert rushed out and roared , “NO!” so I veered off half way on my attack route and what an awful smell. Poor Master Robert had to bathe me in my medicated shampoo. He explained that squirrel was a skunk. I was only slightly dinged thank goodness. Yes Westies like humans are always learning life lessons.
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