Outstanding. I thought I was doing good when my dog will give me something she is eating at the command “gimme”. 
Oh my God do I wish I still had the picture!
My roommate a long time ago called me at work and asked if my cell phone could receive pictures. I told him it could, and I soon received a picture of my dog backed all the way up to the corner of the porch, surrounded by crows that were as large as he was (my dog weighs about seven pounds.) The crows were eating his food, all twenty of them!
A couple of days later, we came home to find that he was dragging around a headless crow, leaving behind bloody carnage and feathers. We had to spray him with a hose.
He also used to watch the street rats that ran along the fences. He would figure out the pattern and catch about one a month.
So, I dunno about squirrels, but five pound rats and huge ass crows, a seven pound Jack Russell / Dauchshund mix can take out like a T-800 Model 101.
My dog has, on three separate occasions, brought me breakfast in bed consisting of one squirrel, and two chipmunks. Not eaten or mangled, just dead.
He’s bred to hunt rabbits so I suppose he’s working up to that.
That is a very good exercise, we do it with our dogs regularly.
One of our German Shepherds caught a squirrel and played with it until I got her to drop it.
The same dog stalked and killed a rat who had been terrorizing us in the kitchen. We stupid humans tried for about two weeks to catch it with traps and failed. She broke its neck the instant she got ahold of it (it didn’t even have time to squeak), unlike the situation with the squirrel. I’m pretty sure that was on purpose because I encouraged her to hunt it. She is such a good dog. 
Saw a basset hound catch a squirrel. This dog and squirrel had a multi-summer relationship and the squirrel just got too cocky. It was foraging next to her, and Pebbles whipped her head around and crunch!, broke the creatures skull.
Our current scottish terrier, Mackie, would bring us presents if given the chance. The dog would just love to kill something.
A friend of mine has a vicious greyhound that bites squirrels and cats in half.
It has no anthropomorphic personality or affection, nor any redeeming features at all. It’s basically a reptile with fur.
Sure. Our shepard mix used to chase the ground squirrels in the area. Once he cornered one in the drainage pipe underneath our gravel road. The pipe had a small gap in the center of the road, and he dug the gap out a little and pulled the squirrel through the too-small gap, spine first, head and tail last. Yuck.
I had a dog that killed a rabbit in our back yard in suburban VA. My current dog caught a squirrel in the park in DC. We walked up to a tree and the squirrel was coming down and we pretty much ran into each other. My dog grab it in her mouth and threw it in the air. It landed and is probably still running.
My Jack Russel used to bring me birds all the time, but she’s not fast enough anymore since she got hit by a car and broke her leg.
The late great springer spaniel Miss Emily Kimberly* was an avid ratter. Quite often she’d be way up on our back hill, where all we could see was her tail wagging furiously as the dirt flew out of whatever rat hole she was excavating.
She also once caught a baby rabbit – alive. It was the first rabbit she’d caught, and she was just happy to be carrying it around. The rabbit, of course was frozen with fear, scared shitless. Eventually Emily dropped it and it ran off.
Probably her last catch was a charity offering from our cats. They’d trapped a baby squirrel in a low tree and were harassing it, as cats are wont to do. Miss Emily was right in there watching the game with much interest. She was old and not in the best health; she couldn’t move anywhere near as fast as she used to. Anyway, the cats must have tired of the game and wandered off, and Emily somehow got the squirrel. As with the baby rabbit, she held it alive in her mouth for a bit (enjoying the wriggling, I suppose), and then finally crunched down on it and ended the saga. Mr. S took it away form her and buried it. We’d watched the whole scene, and I was fascinated and horrified at the same time. Wild Kingdom!
*Oh my, she’ll have been gone ten years come tomorrow night. That was one sucky Christmas.
Speaking of dogs killing birds, I have a interesting (but probably somewhat unbelievable) story.
When I still lived with my dad we had (he still has it) a black lab/pit bull/? mutt named Pepper. One winter, the old man figured out a new way to play with the dog: toss snowballs in her general direction like a slightly odd form of Frisbee catch. The dog became very proficient at snatching the snowball right out of mid-air, even to the point where you could really whiz the things by her and she could still catch them.
Well, spring eventually came around as it always does, and the birds came back. Little did they realize that Pepper (who was already a scourge to the yard’s moles, frogs, mice, rabbits, etc.) had a new skill. A bird was flying within a couple feet of the ground, approaching Pepper from behind. It tried to pass alongside the dog, but at the last second it became a bad day for the bird. At the last second, she turned her head and snatched the clueless birdie right out of midair!:eek:
This might get me a few frowns here, but I think that was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.
There’s not much there for a meal and, of course, they taste like chicken.
Not only do dogs regularly catch squirrels I saw a G-Shepard catch a bird in mid-flight. Chirp, chomp, swallowed. It looked like something out of a cartoon.
Sounds like a very awesome dog.
A friends two very stupid and inbred labs ( and I love labs) ‘caught’ a bag of cement.
They dragged a bag of cement out of the garage to a hidey area and proceeded to open it up and eat the contents bit by bit. No visits to the vet, the dogs were unphased.
They are still alive.
My dog, Goliath, is small and has short legs. He can’t run very fast nor for great distances. He has, however, killed a rabbit, caught a squirrel and gone head to head with a skunk.
Thinking back on it, he probably would have caught a second rabbit if I was able to keep up with him…And seeing how he almost caught this rabbit, I have no doubt that Goliath has some smarts and good hunting instincts.
I once had this golden coloured, very lively, husky dog. He had a sock toy, for in the house, just 5 or 6 socks, one inside the other, that he’d learned to shake back and forth then launch into the air, catching it as it fell.
One morning as I’m drinking my tea, having let him onto his rope in the back yard, I step nearer the window and espy him, obviously snuck out his sock toy, and he’s shaking, tossing and catching with abandon. One step closer and I see, it’s NOT the sock toy, it’s a squirrel, now dead!
I screamed, woke my husband, and made him go out directly and take it from the dog.
My little spoodle D.J. caught them all the time. Stout, small little dog, but she was patient as all hell and would sit still until they got close and then just tear-ass after them, amazing speed.
Wow, I’m very impressed by the pheasant. Our bullboxer has taken down roughly 6 groundhogs - his girlfriend the English dobbie taught him how. He’s also gotten a couple squirrels, at least one raccoon. His only failure so far has been a deer - it kicked him in the nose, and now he stays the hell away.
My bull terrier has killed a squirrel she caught in the woods. A quick flurry in the bushes and there it was. She will kill rats, rabbits and small birds if she can catch them (usually sick or injured ones)