Jack’s Walk


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It’s an overcast and dreary day and cold enough that I wore my winter coat this morning. I’ve been struggling a bit in the colder weather so today I took Jack to the forest. It isn’t any warmer there, but the leaf swooshing makes me happy and so does watching Jack romp off-leash. He loves to chase the chipmunks and squirrels and because he’s slow I never worry about him actually catching something. Wait, he did catch something once. A rabbit, but Jack was laying down on his own front lawn just looking in wonder at the baby bunny when the poor thing bolted and ran straight into Jack’s mouth. Jack spat it out and the two of them sat there for a moment looking at each other before I shooed the bunny away. I swear that’s a true story.


  1. Ice Swimmer says

    I think the tree is dancing with bold and sensual moves.

    The story about rabbit running into Jack’s mouth is hilarious. Also, AFAIK, retrievers have been bred not to bite or chew things they carry in their mouths (so called soft mouth), maybe this had some effect in this case.

    The weather is also getting colder here, but not very cold yet, 7 -- 8 °C during the daytime. Sea is also 8 °C. I think Jack would enjoy it.

  2. voyager says

    Your daytime temps are warmer than here Ice Swimmer. It only got up to 6 today. And yes, Jack would love to swim in that cold sea.

  3. suttkus says

    Many years ago, we had a cat named Herman, who was basically incompetent at all the cat things. She’d chase birds in the back yard, but never catch them. Except that one time…

    I was looking out the back window and I saw Herman crouched in the grass, stalking a mockingbird. She leapt at the bird, and to the surprise of all involved, actually landed on the bird and pinned it down. She then… looked around blankly trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next while the bird wriggled free and escaped. I fear it was just one of many blows to poor Herman’s self-esteem.

    Note that, yes, Herman the Cat was a she. Never name your cat until after a professional has told you its gender. Neighbors and friends are clearly no good at this. : -- )

  4. rq says

    This tree is definitely swaying to some eerie soulful music.
    Or practicing hula moves, I’m not sure.

    The last time one of our cats (visibly) caught something, it was Hermione and she was still a baby and she’d caught a baby starling who was still bigger than her. They graze on the lawn spring mornings, and the babbies don’t quite have the reflexes of their parents yet. Anyhow, Hermione was quite offended (yowl, yowl!) when I wouldn’t let her inside the house with the bird, and even more offended when she realized she was supposed to spit it out and let it go.
    So far as I know, that starling is still grazing on our lawn on spring mornings, but now keeps a much warier eye out for the cat.

  5. Nightjar says

    That tree is wonderful and was clearly dancing before you looked.

    I wish my cats were as incompetent as Jack, Herman and Hermione. I wouldn’t have to worry so much and they would have a lot more freedom. Instead they insist on proving time and time again that they can’t be trusted outside. And yes, they do get quite offended when they realize I do not want their “gift”.

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