Just as we thought things were quieting down after Misty's health scare last week, we had to deal with another sad misfortune...this time in our backyard. Jasper's biggest joy in life is to hunt...this we cannot deny. It was a curious discovery when he let out his first little howl as a puppy even before he learned to bark, and we have learned since then that he is indeed a part hound, most likely a coonhound. Over the past 10 years, he has managed to hunt down half a dozen chipmunks, couple of squirrels, couple of birds and has cornered one giant sized opossum before I frantically ran after and managed to pull him away. When he's outside, he has zero interest in anything else other than looking for things to hunt...even at dog parks. I'll never forget the day when he ran through the wooded edges of a fenced dog park and came out in the open with a proud kill in his mouth for all dogs and dog owners to see! What followed in the next several minutes is just like a scene in a movie--us chasing after him while repeatedly yelling "drop", and other dog owners looking on, some with a mild shock on their faces...perfect.
At almost 10, he has shown very little signs of slowing down, both in his speed and in his enthusiasm. We have long since accepted this unpleasant behavior of his and can only stand aside and cheer and pray for the underdogs to safely escape their fate each time we open the door to the backyard, but for today we hold yet another animal funeral...
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| so sorry, little chipmunk. |
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| we made him pay his respects, but he was already looking for his next prey. |
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