Hiya! My turn! Finally! Didja miss me? Sometimes I have to beg to get a turn.
We have one of those Chippys that hides in the bottom part of the grill. I can smell the little bugger. Sometimes I hunt him for hours…and bark.
Far Side took some photos of me hunting.
I can smell him but I cannot see him. Can you?
Where is that
tasty morsel little rascal?
My nose is going 40 mph.
Hide and seek…I am seeking…he is hiding.
He lives to see another day.
Sometimes it is all about the chase and not the capture.