Friday, December 23, 2005

Hanging out with Wyatt tonight. We went for what we thought would be a normal walk. Life as we know it has now changed a great deal. Talked Wyatt out of bringing the tennis ball along by getting him to settle for the knot end of a rawhide that appeared in the melting snow. We went over to the burm by 494 and were playing around. I throw the bone only to have a mouse (thinking deer mouse as it was huge) jump right into Wyatt's surprized paws. He quickly seized upon the fact that he should attack this beast with everything he has only to be nipped in the nose. Wyatt keeping his face out of the way and pouncing over and over again with a little digging thrown in. There the mouse is rearing up and teeth snapping . . . Wyatt rearing up and pouncing on said mouse with all his might. He doesn't look at the outdoors the same now - it is a vast hunting ground and every crevice has to be explored as there maybe a mouse in it. He was silent the entire time - I think he found his special ops name - Silent Death.