Last night...

I heard a women outside the apartment start screaming "Let go", "Let go"....desperately.

I ran over to the window, and she is yanking on her dogs leash, which has a massive rat in its mouth. At first I thought it was a squirrel. It was dark. But its size loomed. The dog was shaking it and the lady continued to scream at the top of her lungs and yank at the leash.

I was thinking that a rat ran across the side walk as I've seen them do and the opportunistic, pit bullish dog wheeled around and grabbed it. Best day of its life, until she started yanking on the leash. But it didn't let go.

I thought to go out and help, but help who was what I wondered so I watched. Then it started to bleed
which I know because she said "ah,
There is blood everywhere". Still the dog held on. 

The rat was so big that it was dragging on the ground as the dog shook it while the taught leash held its head high. 

The rat was clearly dead now. The dog had served his instincts well.

Finally the women's shock must have subsided because she stopped yelling and muttered to the dog, "you are such a bastard"

And I went back to the couch.