Holy Bassets! Was I ever surprised on my walk this morning.
There I was minding my own business (well, as much as a basset can :-)…
when a big elk herd came running out of the arroyo.
The herd stopped to look at me…
and then continued to run toward Founders Parkway.
Bassets oh bassets, I couldn’t look, thinking of what would happen with the herd on Founders Parkway and all the speeders.
But then I realized I must woof “STOP!” to them, so they wouldn’t get killed.
And you know what? It worked! All the elk stopped!
I then woofed “GO BACK!”
And you know what? It worked! Those elk turned around and ran back to a safer area!
Whew!!! After all the excitement I had to rest and calm down. What a morning!
Porter eight years ago today was checking out Mountain Lion tracks in the snow.
“Hey dad! Let’s go Mountain Lion hunting!”
Dad told Porter that it probably wasn’t a good idea. “How about enjoying some nice warm February sun?”
Porter really wanted to catch that Mountain Lion and rip it to shreds, but being a good guy, he went along with dad’s idea and enjoyed the sun.
And George in February 2007? Ha, he was watching coyotes running in the snow.
Come on all you bassets, don’t ya just love wild critters?!!!!