I know I’ve mentioned what a good dog Louie is to walk with. He keeps a good pace, doesn’t pull and he doesn’t sniff every single blade of grass before he pees. He shows little interest in cats but he stops dead in his tracks if he sees a rabbit. Louie will engage the bunny in a staring contest, since the rabbit usually doesn’t move until Louie starts pulling and whining as if to say, “but Mom, I know I can catch him, it’ll be a nice snack!” Then the bunny hops off and Louie jumps around a little bit and then starts walking, while keeping a close eye in the general direction the bunny hopped off.
A couple of times in the past week, Louie has shown great interest in the click beetles we see on our walks. A beetle will be on the sidewalk, Louie paws at it, it jumps making a loud clicking noise and I nearly have a heart attack. We usually walk early in the morning and on weekends, we walk before I have coffee, so I am always completely unaware of the beetle until after Louie sees it. I must admit, I’m a bit more observant after an encounter with the click beetle.
Louie has never shown any interest in squirrels. They run through the backyard with impunity while he lies in the sun. The backyard squirrels tormented Dudley, he would bark at them while they scampered up a tree and I swear on several occasions, I believe a squirrel would kick a pine cone out of the tree at Dudley which further fed his fury. Zoe would catch a squirrel before it hit the ground if it had the misfortune to miscalculate his jump to another tree. But Louie lives in peace with the neighborhood squirrels. Or so I thought. After last night, they might be a bit peeved with Big Lou.
After supper, I was at the back part of the fence yapping with a neighbor and Louie was playing with a stick, or at least I had hoped it was a stick. It wasn’t a stick, but a petrified squirrel pelt and Louie was having a large time tossing it in the air and catching it and running with it. He wouldn’t drop it, he wouldn’t come when I called and it was all I could do to contain my cookies. He finally came up on the deck, thankfully without his new “toy” and I put him in the house and got the shovel to dispose of the squirrel carcass. Then I wiped him down with some grooming wipes. He’s getting a bath on Tuesday. All part of the joy in having a dog. At least Louie kept it outside. Ursula, a beautiful black Chow mix who belonged to our friends the Powells left the gift of a half eaten rabbit in their bed early one Christmas morning several years ago. Always a silver lining somewhere!
“I don’t think twice about picking up my dog’s poop, but if another dog’s poop is next to it, I think, ‘Eww, dog poop!” ~ Jonah Goldberg