Was out in the backyard smoking a cigar on this beautiful day. Had the radio on, was really enjoying myself.
Suddenly, the dogs started going NUTS at the back corner of the yard, like there was something under the ground that they wanted to get at.
Since we don't have a lawn it's not like I was worried or bothered by their digging, so I just let them be for a bit.
Suddenly, one of them jumps backwards, and I hear this very, very high pitched squealing. "EEE! EEE! EEE!"
Then... *CRUNCH*
And the squealing stopped immediately.
Maple (the youngest dog, German Shepard / Boxer mix) had caught a vole and promptly...um...disposed of it.
All that was left was a few drops of bright red blood on the dirt.
Lovely.

