Last week I tried to teach the cats to hunt like a hound. Disaster.
So I decided to teach Hank. He has a history of standing around socializing with deer while they clear out the bird feeder, but he’s a DOG. He can learn. I know it.
Pretty Sure.
Lessons started with Tug-0-war to teach catching. Until MomPerson saw what was happening to her fancy napkin.
So I went straight to demonstrating how hounds hunt.
In the Field. Quiet and still.
Sometimes there’s fog and you walk carefully and be very alert.
Sometimes it’s snowy, and you have to go way fast, ears flapping. The ear flapping could be a problem for Hank since his are short.
When you tree a prey, you have to HOWL!
Hank listened and watched like a good Hound. Then he disappeared and came back barking— with this squeaky toy.
I give up. You can’t make a Hound out of …
Did MomPerson just call out that there are treats for both of us? Gotta Go.
Just Saying,
Rufus
