I just witnessed an attempted murder.

Oh my god, what is the magic way to start?

Peanut in the crate with the stuff, her stuff, she has a little stuff squirrel which is the

only toy she likes and that motherfucker was face down in the water bowl when I just tried

to get her to record the podcast.

I asked Peanut about it and Peanut said, I don't know what you're talking about officer.

She is, she is an athlete, an athlete innocent right now.

It was so, it was so fucked up and then she freaked out.

I, I, I repeating a story, I told these guys just before we started recording but I realized

it is going to take a while to get that specific image out of my head because it was like

so violent looking and fucked up but I was like, I guess it's a stuff squirrel.

Yeah, it looked intentional.

My here's my question for all the dog psychics out there.

Mm hmm.

Does that mean?

Does Peanut know that it's supposed to be a squirrel?

Do you think she understands that first of all you think she knows what a squirrel is?

Has she gotten close enough to a squirrel?

Proud.

I mean, she's definitely seen squirrels.

Yeah, she knows what squirrels are because she's barked at squirrels before when we're

walking around.

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