Here is how the dog operates. I see a squirrel in the garden, I beckon Homer, he gets the message and charges into the garden full of hunting-dog anticipation. "Over there!" I say pointing to the grey thing. Homer looks around can't see it, scampers around, finally with his nose in the air sniffs out a squirrel scent. "There's definitiely a squirrel there" he says and starts trying to trace it. Meanwhile the squirrel is probably nearing Leeds...
I fear that squirrels can rest easy here.
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