This morning, just as the morning light (such that it was) began to cast itself through the bedroom window, Pickles roused herself from her sleep and stood up, stretched a long downward dog stretch, and walked up to the head of the bed and onto the side table so that she could have better access to the window. Then she did a comprehensive survey of the back garden and the neighbor’s garden, and gave a very soft “woof”. She took a long drink from the glass of water that was on the side table, burped, and looked over at me as if to say, “well, come on then…time to go hunting.”
And so began my day.
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What does she hunt for out there? My dog hunts lizards here in Florida. He actually catches them on occasion.
Alan, in her head she goes hunting but it’s really just me opening the cupboard door.
Ah yes, they think we must be the greatest hunters in the world. After all, I can come up with a chewy strip on command.