It amazes me how much patience a dog has.
We landed at a camping site north of Lake Superior on the Ontario side, and a squirrel ran by. The dogs, of course, wanted to chase it.
While we got the campsite ready, we leashed the dogs – keeping the squirrel population safe.
Forty-five minutes later, with no sighting of the squirrel, we let the dogs off-leash. The second we were free, they sprinted to the tree the squirrel was hiding in, and circled its base. The squirrel remained safe, but our dogs were doing their duty and protecting us from this scary forest monster.
Before being let off-leash, the dogs sat waiting by the picnic table, pretending they weren’t interested in anything. Did they trick us? Is it their nature to be strategic? . . . Or, were they resigned to being on a leash and saw no point in reacting until they were free?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I love the entertainment a dog provides our family!
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Or maybe they’re just being very good dogs 🙂
That must be it! They are very good dogs.
My husband, Carl, always wonders what the dogs would say if they could speak our language. He likes it when the Etrade baby talks.
It would be interesting to see what their conversation would be like.
Rollo said, “We’re here at the campsite.”
Spot said, “Remember they have us on leashes.”
Fido said, “Yeah, but remember how well they feed us.”
Rollo said, “Hey, look there’s a pesky squirrel.”
Spot said, “Yeah, he’s nosing in on our space here.”
Fido said, “Relax. When they let us off our leashes, we can make mincemeat pie out of him.”
I don’t know your dog’s names, and I know all the said’s shouldn’t be at the front, but it was just for fun.
I hope I made you laugh!
Have a good day having fun!
Joan Y. Edwards
This made me LOL. It would be great if we could read the dogs minds. You really have to wonder what’s going on in there. This morning as I was trying to do push-ups, Farley decided to eat the newspaper and when that didn’t stop me, he jumped on my back. I wonder if he thinks push-ups are bad. They sure feel that way sometimes.
The Rottweiler is Murphy.
The Border Terrier is Piper.
The Wheaten Terrier is Farley – my husband named him after Farley Mowat.
I’m glad my comment made you laugh out loud. That’s great. It’s good to know the names of the dogs. Enjoy today. It’s a gift for you.
Never Give Up
Joan Y. Edwards