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She pranced toward the squirrel. The critter ran as fast as it could along the fence, slipping and terrified.
"BAILEY!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Neighbors started gathering around, oohing and ahhing. I finally got the guts to run at her. I grabbed her, but she slipped right out of my hands, kicking me in the face. My face had deep scratches, but that was the least of my worries. I have to save that squirrel.
"Bailey! Don't! It's only a baby!"
I had to think of something, and fast. I thought and thought as Bailey chased the squirrel around the yard. She used to hunt in her old home. I love animals, and I can not let my dog eat one.
"Somebody help me! Get me something!" Then I remembered that I have her most favorite thing in the world. Tuna. I scurried inside the kitchen and grabbed a bag of tuna out of the cabnit. I ran out the door and wripped opened the bag of tuna.
"Bailey! Tuna! Here girl!" I said in a sweet, but loud and scared voice.
She stopped chasing for a minute and looked at me for a second. Her eyes glowed like the sun. Then all of the sudden, she turned around and darted at the critter again. She caught it in her mouth. It wiggled and squealed. I have never heard a squirrel squeal before. It fell out, laying on the ground unconious. Bailey ran towards the bag of tuna on the ground, took it under a tree, and began to eat it. I ran toward the poor little animal, picked it up, and took it in the house. Everyone left, talking about how fasinating that was. And it was not fasinating to me. I got out a cloth and wrapped the critter in it.
Once my cat brought a baby squirrel up to the back porch and was eating it. It got down by the glass and was staring at it. I thought it was dead, well, it blinked at me. it got up and jumped up on the inside of the roof of the back porch. Mom was screaming and we were all trying to get it off the porch. It finally got itself out and ran away.