In lieu of Saturday Brushout this morning, I was treated to a jaunt in the park. Where I chased squirrels. In the rain. On a dropped leash of all things. Can you imagine? I ran my hiney off.
There is no image today. You’ll just have to imagine the moment. I. Got. The. Squirrel. I let him go. Because I’m the master.
I Am King.
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Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!
Love, love love it!!!! Dropped leashes are the best.
Wish we could do it more often.
OMG Peeptress must have been a wreck! Glad you had fun – even in the rain!!!
She was quite surprised and very pleased. I’ve been doing it all week too! ArrOO!
Wow – off lead and a Squirrel – how lucky can you get! Humphrey
I KNOW. Kind of amazing isn’t it?