My dog thinks she is a cat. Seriously. She pounces on things, because she thinks there is something in there that she should be attacking. She hunts mice, and squirrels, and chipmunks, and really any rodent silly enough to cross her path. And water bugs.
She's actually very good at it. It's rather amusing to watch. We had a mouse in the craft room last night. She got it, eventually, but it's hilarious to watch her go after it. She will contort her little 13 pound body around things that you wouldn't think she could get around, and worm her way into holes that you are left wondering how the world she got in there. Fortunately for me, she cleans up after herself, prey wise, so I don't have to deal with a carcass. Mice freak me out.
But getting her started on the hunt is fun. All you have to do is say, "PB, Mouse!" and she's on it. You can't say MOUSE around her or she will go nuts looking for it. You can't spell it out either, cause she apparently knows that too. You can refer to Mice as Mickey, or Raton, but please, dear Lord, don't SAY mouse. You can't even say, "Did you find it yet?" because that will drive her bonkers. She is so obsessed by them that even if she is dead asleep, if you call her, she will jump up and run into the room, ready to terrorize the bold critter that dared to invade her home.
I'm thinking of getting a cat though. I kinda want to have something that will act like a puppy.
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