Herbie is a natural born hunter. When he was only 9 months old he caught an opossum - (it played dead) - I had to knock it away from him so he’d let it go. It jumped in the pond and retreated under the jonboat. A few days later we were in woods, and I could hear him bark bark barking - he wouldn’t come when I called him. I found him in a big pile of trees and limbs. It smelled so bad I could hardly stand it. I had to physically DRAG him from it (while holding my breath). He had another opossum cornered.
The birds in our yard are all on notice. He was trying to climb our crab apple tree when he was just an itty feller.
I’ve found him playing with mice that he’s caught.
We have a semi-tame squirrel that tempts fate at least once a day. He knows the limits of Herbie’s cable.
And of course - there is the infamous Muskrat killing incident that I blogged about earlier.
All this from my precious little house dog (ha ha)

Herbie
Welsh Terrier