Ah well, dweste was only having a bit of fun.
There's dressing out, and dressing up.
Dressing up any animal (in tutus, and painting their nails) is IMO abuse any way you cut it.
Then there's dressing left vs. dressing right, which a gentleman only discusses with his tailor.
Anyway:
The pesky squirrel in question is still breathing, but he's right up there on my "naughty/tasty" list. He does entertain (torment) the hounds, preventing boredom; and since he's a red squirrel, there's about as much meat as a couple of chicken wings. Finally, I have this notion that if I can't outwit a d@**ed rodent, it's time to pack it in.