One time my dog grabbed a squirrel, right off of the side of a tree. The squirrel spiraled one way, my dog counter spun, timed it right, and yanked it to the ground.
Darcy, my dog, yipped excitedly and repeatedly nose-bumped the poor little thing while holding it down with a paw. The squirrel chirped and squeaked, no doubt bewildered by its new reality.
I could tell that this was somewhat of a surprise to both animals.
Me? I was mindblown. And the more I thought about it, I kinda wished I could do a thing like that too. My dog pawed the little furball for a bit then let it go. Or it got away, hard to tell. In short order, it seemed to fly up the nearest tree, well beyond the view of my slavering dog.