Meet the boys. These are my constant companions when I'm home. They trail me from room to room and snuggle when I am sitting, no matter if I want to be snuggled or not. The top one is Sarge and the soulful one on the bottom is Buddy. Both rescues from near shelter experiences. So, the boys and I are out walking in the fields behind our house. I turned them loose to run and realized instantly I had made a mistake. Two deer stood in the field and at the first whiff of dog they are off and running. Now here is the funny part. Both dogs are terrier based, not big game hunters. So while I can see the deer have left the scene, they are running around wildly trying to figure out where the deer are, trying to rely on scent, but of course the whole place reeks of deer. I managed to get a leash on Sarge, but Buddy finally got going in the right direction and took out after the deer. Now I am not worried about the deer at all. They have a good five minute head start. so I walk in the general direction the deer went , called in the wanderer, and he shows up, out of breath and convinced he is a mighty hunter. We walk on a little more and then I turn Sarge loose again because Buddy got his run but Sarge didn't.
Now it turns out, Sarge really is a mighty hunter. It was fascinating to see him hit every brush pile looking for rodents. He found something and proceeded to dig for whatever it was. He torn out dead branches and dug in. He kept checking to make sure that there was no one escaping out the other side of the dead bush. Sarge was all business and a light year away from a pampered lap dog. Evolution in action. Watching him I understood the constant chewing and his intense approach to life. I could not see why he feels the need to pee on everything in the house and poop all over, but one revelation at at time.
