So Saturday we went for our walk with Jackson - and I was the picture of good behavior. Except for that ant trap issue. But the walk was fabulous. So my human decided that we should do it again - so on Sunday morning we met up with Jackson and his human for a command performance of my good behavior. But we all know I like to keep things interesting.
I was behaving perfectly. We had walked for about 40 minutes. It was a gorgeous day. And as we approached a pond, we saw a duck. A mother duck to be specific. With probably about 6 ducklings. Jackson, the Labrador could not care less about ducks. He swims but has no interest in them. And we all know, I do not swim. But I WAS VERY interested in the duck. And the duck was interested in me - because she didn't want me near her kids - even though they were in the MIDDLE of the pond. So she flapped her wings and quacked at me. And she flew towards me. So I chased her along the shore and she quacked and flew at a low level. And I raced along the shore and she flew away from the pond. And yours truly chased her as she flew. I was going FULL speed. And she was flying at FULL speed. Low to the ground. And all the calling and shouting by my human and Jackson's human went unheeded. I was GONE. GONE. FAR away. I disappeared into some reeds on another pond in the distance. The duck had flown in there - probably to avoid me. The humans stopped. Velcro dog and Jackson stopped. And what in what seemed like 5 minutes, but was probably 15 seconds, they saw something in the distance. The duck. Flying back in their direction. Fast. And low. And what was right behind her? A wild looking fuzzy thing whose hair was literally flying horizontal and whose legs were barely touching the ground. And the duck flew right past the audience, with the fuzzy bullet right behind her. She landed on the water, with her kids and I immediately put on the brakes. I wanted to chase her - but NOT in the water. But I barked like crazy at her. And she quacked like crazy at me. My human ran to grab me and of course, put me on a leash. I was huffing and puffing - it was an excellent work out. And of course, all in good fun. I mean I would never HURT the duck. At least I don't THINK I would. Perhaps I was just duck herding. Sure I was...
So the remainder of my walk was in bondage. While Velcro dog and Jackson freely and merrily ran along. And I swear I think they were smirking....
OK. So they may be well behaved. But don't I keep things interesting?
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