I was home from college this weekend and sitting on the back porch enjoying a Sam Adams with my dad. My moms Yorkie puppy was playing out in the yard with my lab, all of a sudden we hear a screech overhead look up and see a hawk diving down toward "sweetie." In a flash the dog was airborne in the talons of the hawk, yapping her little head off. My mom saw he whole thing from the kitchen window and came outside with tears streaming down. I went to console her, there was not anything I could do for her so I decided to take her inside, while I was going my dad called me over and said bring me another beer I am about to celebrate that yapping little f*cker's departure. I still cannot believe that my dog "bruce" did not do anything to save "sweetie." I do not know if I will ever get over it.