Oliver, the Soft Coated Wheaton Terrier, has just proclaimed victory. He has defeated a ground hog in 3 rounds of battle. The groundhog is dead as Oliver struts the yard victoriously with the carcass of the enemy firmly ensconced between his jaws. As blood dripped from the lifeless body of the ground hog onto Oliver's paws, the young K9 shook his prey one more time to be assured of its death. Oliver can rest assured, knowing that his family and friends are safe from this menace.
Meanwhile, the old man (not the old, old man) went out with a shovel to retrieve the body from Oliver before he had an opportunity to dine. Since the rodent was heavy and encumbered the terrier's pace, the old man was able ware Oliver down so he dropped the deceased beast long enough to scoop up the carcass.
When asked later how he intended to celebrate, Oliver said, "woof, woof. woof, woof and woof.", which apparently has something to do with Disneyworld. We are not sure how that will work, since his shock collar prevents him from going to the end of the driveway, but we will see.
I for one, am hoping this is not an omen for a number of reasons that I will not go into right now.