Today was a beautiful day in South Dakota. Dad assured us that tomorrow would not be nice again, so Mom decided I could take her out on a walk. Boy oh boy, did I see some strange things today…
First there were the small black creatures—I believe you humans call them birds. Well, something in me said, “Donny! You’re supposed to hunt those things!” I told myself, “But I just ate! I’m not hungry.” Myself said, “Who cares?! Think about how much fun it will be to capture one.” I agreed. I got low—very low—to the ground. I army crawled closer and closer to the “bird.” Just as I was about to pounce, the darn thing flew so high that not even I could jump high enough to catch it. And I’ve been told I’m a very athletic jumper.
I decided it wasn’t fair game—me and the birds. For some reason I don’t have claws in the front like I do in the back (I vaguely remember a time when this was not the case), so I couldn’t climb up the trees to catch my prey. Thus, I started to take Mom on a walk around the neighborhood.
You won’t believe what I saw next: a creature, much bigger than myself, with long, golden hair. “Whoa,” I thought. “What is that ugly thing?”
“Isn’t that a beautiful dog?” I heard Mom say.
So that’s what it’s called. A “dog.” Well, beautiful is not exactly the word I would use, but…Hey! The dog is yelling at me! What did I do? I just wanted to say hello.
I was going to go up to the dog and try to make peace when a human stepped out and yelled, “No, Bella!” I could tell Mom didn’t think my idea of making peace was a very good one because before I knew it, I was being swept up and carried away from the dog.
You humans will never know what it’s like just to be picked up and placed elsewhere.
Well. I was not going to let my outing be unsuccessful. First the birds, now the dog. There’s got to be some creature out here that I can either catch or make friends with.
Then I spotted it.
I had seen these things inside, too, but outside they look so much more scrumptious. I know they’re called flies because Mom has asked me to eat them for her before. I crouched low to the grass. I shifted my weight back and forth on my back paws so as to make my rear end shake (in case Sadie was watching from inside). I took a final deep bend to the ground….I pounced…I flew over the grass…the fly was sure to be mine! And then, just as I went in for the kill, my red leash tugged me backward and I fell to the ground, defeated.
That was my adventure in the great outdoors. Less successful than I would have liked. But next time, mark my words, I will capture something.