I'm yelling at Max to get down, he can't climb trees, he's going to get stuck, and a number of other Mommy-isms. And as these things go, he ignored me. You see, Mr. S was about 8 ft above him on the upper fork chattering smack at him. Squirrels, rats with fluffy tails and good PR. I'm telling him he can't climb trees and I'm pretty sure SquirrelButt said, "Better listen to your momma, boy, you're in over your head. Run on home, nice doggy..." And that was all she wrote.
It took him all of 10 seconds to get to where Mr. SquirrelShit was. Unfortunately, it took the squirrel 8 seconds to jump to the junior high roof and skedaddle. After dropping a large load of rodent nuggets on the branch. Max took his time, looking around, getting the feel of things, before I coaxed him down low enough for him to make the leap of faith into my arms. He snuggled for about 3 seconds and then squirmed to get down. And all that happened without me having a camera or my phone with me.
Fortunately, he did it again tonight. Just for fun. Just because he's SuperMax.