The sun peeped out for a little while when we went to the park this morning. And there were squirrels everywhere!
But that George and I, we have different approaches to hunting. I am the huntress, I stalk. I am both spaniel and poodle – I have strong hunting genes. I stand patiently, walking slowly towards the prey and get closer and closer before I pounce – but always too late.
But that George, he thinks he’s clever by just running headlong towards the prey – getting there before me! He learnt squirrelling from me but obviously lacking in any of the hunting genes. As Yorkshire terriers were apparently trained to catch rats that explains it all! Annoying!
May’s comment: They can literally do that all day. So much for my walking exercise. I just sit and watch them.