Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
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As we ascended the last bit of hillside, I saw a lone squirrel sitting minding its own business on a rock. Sadly, the dog also saw the squirrel sitting on its own, a long way from any trees. Pal completely ignored my attempts to call him off as he chased the squirrel around and around, up and down for a good ten minutes, whilst I followed him, yelling. It was like a Laurel and Hardy sketch. Eventually, Pal caught it and there was nothing I could do. The squirrel died
Pete, who loathes squirrels, seemed really quite pleased, but I was sad at the unnecessary death of a fellow living creature. Pal didn't give two hoots. He was quite happy he'd finally clamped his jaws around one of those annoying tree-rats that tease him by jumping from branch to branch.
So, we made the summit and headed back to the pub. I didn't stay this time, as my list of things I had to do was starting to outweigh the amount of time available to do them in.