Thursday, May 24, 2012

The hunt

Every day when I come home from work, I let Samson out in the backyard.  He ignores everything - squirrels, bunnies, birds - and tears right to the wood pile.

The chipmunks.  They taunt him.
From Samson's yard

From Samson's yard

From Samson's yard

From Samson's yard

He tries.  Really hard.
From Samson's yard

They scramble back and forth.  So does he.
From Samson's yard

From Samson's yard

And when he can't catch them, he rolls on his back.
From Samson's yard
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From Samson's yard

Who can blame him?  The weather has been wonderful.  He is loving it.
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