Reminds me of a field trip in college - we went down to the lava tubes in northern Oregon as part of a geo trip. Had along with us the prof's two big retrievers - The chipmunks there are slow and tourist-fattened, as evidenced by a pair of women feeding chips to a fat little bugger a couple of picnic tables away from us - we're unloading out of the van and lose one if the dogs- we hear a pathetic 'squeak' and look up in time to see one woman, frozen, still holding a chip out to what was a chipmunk a moment ago, and is now just a cloud of dust as the dog steamrolls past with said chipmunk, now deceased. They got up, packed, and left without a word. It's really hard to say, 'bag dog!' when you're laughing so hard.