Rock, the falling squirrel

I put this in my woodturning blog because as I was just starting to do my fake attempt to workout at running on the treadmill and the radio was blaring Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me, to hear over the treadmill when the phone rang and it was a free wood call that I was expecting but it was to cancel for today.  I had to get out of the room to hear the call so I went out back with the phone.  As I was walking and talking I looked down next to spot where the dog likes to dig and found what looked like a squirrel that had fallen from a great height and was half embedded.  All that you could see was a big bushy tail and back legs!  I finished the conversation looking for evidence of what had happened.  Did the dog get it?  Did it take a suicide drop from the garage roof? Was it Rocky the Flying Squirrel with engine failure?  Was it just playing Ostrich?
My dog Yankee, from my childhood, was an outside dog and one day had dead mouse and we wondered how that happened.  Was the mouse full of poison, was it sick or did the dog just happen upon a lucky situation?  I don't see any signs my dog had anything to do with it and he does not want to go back out and wonder where it is.

Turns out Rock was missing the other half of its body.  No blood, no grossness, no signs of struggle, no evidence throughout the yard, no crime scene tape.  I have no idea.  I got a trash bag and scooped him up and put him in the trash can but questions still linger in my mind.  I am guessing that a raptor was eating breakfast, went to take it to another place and dropped it.  That seems to explain it all and avoid the long drawn out interrogation of the neighbors and all the hard feelings it brings, so we will leave it at that.

RIP Rock