What was it? Come on, dad, let’s go see!
We ran along the trail to the spot where I saw the movement. Well, I ran, and dad tried to keep up. As I have said many times before, I am speed. He is, well, to put it kindly, not. If it weren’t for that leash I probably could have caught that thing, whatever it was, but unfortunately there are leash laws in this town, and I have to be sure that dad keeps up with me wherever I go. After all, we can’t have humans wandering around aimlessly, now, can we?
Well, we got to the place and I saw it again … it was a squirrel! My first one. I tried to go into the grasses and follow it, but dad would not let me. I think he was afraid of getting lost in the tall grasses. I heard that he had a traumatic experience like that when he was just a toddler, and now he is still fearful of tall grass. That must be why he always wants the lawn mowed before it gets too tall.
So I let the squirrel go. We went to a bench to rest up from all the activity. It was a fun outing, and getting to see my very first squirrel was exciting. I was sorry that I didn’t get to chase him … but next time we go for a walk, he better watch out!