D.O.P.-T.

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On yesterday morning's walkies the dog finally caught a squirrel. Almost. It was small, presumably young, and was splayed on the base of a redwood trunk when she lunged at it before it actually ran up the tree trunk, and appeared to bump her nose between its shoulderblades. I couldn't see what happened because of the angle, but she somehow got a bloody nose. Both of us were a bit disconcerted; I swabbed her nose with my hankie and with a damp paper towel when we got home, and this morning she was back chasing squirrels.