When George had his adventure with the squirrel I was still in bed but Husband was making my early morning cup of tea so he witnessed it.
He'd let George out the front before returning to the kitchen to boil the kettle. No sooner had he closed the door than he heard George's frantic barking and, looking out of the kitchen window, he could see the reason for it: a squirrel on the bird feeder.
Squirrels usually leap from the feeder when they see George approaching and escape through the bushes but this one, having been taken unaware, panicked and tried to run back up the vertical wire. Husband described his attempts as being like what you see in cartoons where a character's feet are moving desperately but he's not getting anywhere. Meanwhile George was below leaping up at him and barking ferociously.
Next thing the squirrel falls to the floor and lands, flat on his back right in front of George. They're both dumbfounded. Then George goes into his front-down bottom-up 'let's go play' position. Eventually the squirrel pulls himself together and goes running off - hotly pursued by George. 'Yay, come on, I love a good game of chase.'
Husband brought me my cup of tea in bed and said, 'You'll be pleased to hear George isn't a killer.'
As if I ever thought he would be.