Squirrel

Last night, after over thirteen years of trying, our dogs finally caught their first squirrel.  They didn't kill it, in fact, after a brief scuffle, it got away.
The squirrel didn't show any obvious signs of injury, but it ran up the side of the house and flattened itself against the bricks just below the eaves and refused to leave. 
I got the broom and attempted to shoo it toward the gate, but it would jump down and head back to the same spot. We finally decided to leave it alone.
When we got up this morning, it was still in the same spot.  This time, Honey got the broom and was able to herd the little bugger through the fence.
One of our owls watched the encounter from a tree just outside the gate.  That might have been the end of the story, but I guess he wasn't hungry because he flew away.