

A couple squirrels live in the trees in our backyard. When they come down to dog-spottable level, the dog gets all pissed off as it's in clear violation of her rules. She goes utterly apeshit, running from window to window, whining and barking and growling and chuffing and warble-churfing. I let her out to "get" them, knowing she can never come close. It's amusing to us. As she sprints out to get 'em, they always just go straight up the tree or down the fenceline into the next yard.