Hello Mama's friends!
Today Mama asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. But when we left the house I realized she had it all wrong. We were on a Squirrel Hunt 'n Chase!
I mean, it's not like I'm obsessed with squirrels or anything, but I'm a hunting dog, and instinct is instinct.
Mama kept tugging on my extendable leash and telling to "Stay close" but when this nose is on the trail, aint nothin' stoppin' it! I guess I must be part Bloodhound because I can put my nose to the ground and follow a scent like nobody's business. It was amazing!Everywhere... squirrellysmellies!
I could smell the little critters but I couldn't see any. I sniffed along the ground and looked up every tree and investigated every yard we passed. Mama kept jerking my extendable leash and yelling "Out! That's not your yard!" but I didn't listen. She just doesn't understand the hunt. They were just out of reach, I could feel it... they were hiding. The squirrellyslobs!
Finally, about twenty minutes into our walk, I saw one!
It was accross the street and it was mocking me, flicking that little fluffy tail like the little squirrellyslut that it was.
I went for it.
And boy, did Mama yelp. She blabbered on about me pulling her arm off. Is it my fault the extendable leash doesn't stretch far enough for squirrellysprint?
Then she went out about how I shouldn't run into the road. Is it my fault the road was between me and squirrellyspoilsport?
Then Mama dragged me back and kept yelping "Leave it! LEAVE IT!" She made me sit down and wait. It was up the tree and it was looking at me and all I could do was stare. It was humiliating! Is it my fault I'm a good hunter and it's a tasty squirrellysnack?
Next time, my Fluffy Nemesis.... next time.
Lots of licks and woofs,