Whatchu lookin’ at?

On our walk this morning, Doug suddenly bolted so fast that he ripped the leash from my hand. My dog has a compulsive need to hunt and kill rats. I had no idea he did this. It definitely wasn’t his first time by cold and efficient way he dispatched this rat. Within seconds and after a only a few squeals it was over and he simply trotted back over to me ready to continue our walk as if to say “You saw nothing. Let’s get outta here.” The victim lay silent in a pool of blood on the sidewalk.  I’m living with a rodent serial killer and I’m his wheel man.