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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can just imagine it. reminds me of our dog Kelly and her twice daily stalk down to the neighbors to try and get the squirrels. She crouches, stalks, runs and makes amazingly high leaps up the tree to get the squirrels. Of course they get away and then sit up in the tree and chatter at her. As my brother says, "the insolent bastards."
Lori

Deirdre Honner said...

Lori,

I can just see your dog - the crouch, the frozen pose - it's all so fabulous to watch.

Some days, for Samson's sake, I wish he had wings and could take those insolent bastards out. :)