When Greta, a 4-year old Chocolate Lab mix, and I went out this morning for her early walk, and some exercise for me, she spotted a squirrel which she right a way considered fair game to chase, and tugged at her leash till I relented and let her attempt the catch. The result, the squirrel just climbed the closest tree mystifying Greta no end. As Greta circled the tree sniffing all around, the little animal just sat on a branch about 15 feet above her, I could only imagine the squirrel was laughing at the ‘dumb dog’ that didn’t even think of looking up.
That small hunting failure didn’t stop her. After getting bored with chasing some Poodles along their fence she headed for a stream where she quickly spotted two Mallard Ducks. Leaping into the water didn’t scare the ducks, but they just moved along a bit faster, while I pulled Greta’s leash and coaxed here out of the water.
Meanwhile the sky was threatening to open up and dump rain, but fortune smiled on us and only a heavy mist fell. By the time we returned home all she needed was drying off from her ‘swim’. My coat was hardly damp.
Once inside I whipped up my breakfast, a short stack of Buckwheat Pancakes, while Greta slept on the floor underfoot, exhausted from the morning’s hunting trip. I can only imagine that she was dreaming of next time and finally catching her quarry.