Tuesday, September 27, 2005

We were walking the pups along a little tree lined lane when a baby squirrel jumped out in front of us as if to say,"Hey guys! Can I come with you?" We all froze - Roxie and Hansel deciding how to split up the feast, Sugar and I cinching up their leashes. We pulled them away before they could get a bite but the little baby squirrel seemed disappointed that we were leaving. I looked back half a block away and saw him standing there watching us.

I don't know about these dogs. Anything they can see, they go after. One dark night, we walked right by a fresh dead squirrel that they missed. Later, they didn't spot a cat sitting next to the street. Night vision must not be a Scottie trait.