The Big Hunt

by Sharon Burnett

Last night I came home after a longer than normal day at work. The sun was out, which is unusual for the Pacific Northwest in April. I was suffering from Washingtonian sun-deprivation.. Glad to be home, anxious to play with Rascal, my Kerry Blue and Hoover, a Miniature Schnauzer.

I unlocked the front door to the house and opened it up expecting to see my babies hopping up and down in back of the baby gate. Not!

I was met by a panting Hoover, an exhausted Rascal and a wild bird. The gate was down and the dogs had been "on the hunt" for who knows how long. Their quarry, a young starling, was also exhausted and also seemed really glad to see me. He had flown down the fireplace chimney. Many small, light-weight objects had been tipped off the shelves in the kitchen. I got the dogs outside and herded the bird out the back door.

I fed the dogs their dinner and then proceeded to get out their favorite outside toys. Soccer? Bubble blowing? Oh, we'll just have fun!

Looking out the kitchen window, I didn't see either dog. Concerned, I ran out the door only to find the two of them stretched out, laying in the sun sleeping. Poor guys! They really had a work out! So, I let sleeping dogs lay as they say and sat on the porch by myself.

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