Squeak toy

I was walking Blackburn today and noticed some movement in the bushes next to us. The next thing I know, Blackburn has darted across my path, I am tripping over Blackburn, Blackburn is furiously squeaking on some brownish-gray furry ball in his mouth, I have landed on my ass on the sidewalk, a car has stopped in the intersection mid-turn and its passengers are openly staring at us. Did you know that when you compress little animals they bizarrely sound exactly like those squeak toys you buy in the pet store?

Damn dog.



Addendum: no, this is not the gory remnants of the walk; Blackburn is blowing his coat.