I came upon a stick during our walk last night. Gave it a brief sniff and walked away.

Sticks.

There are sticks you just look at and walk by.

There are sticks you are drawn to but, once you get to know them, you aren't interested.

There are sticks that are only good for a momentary chew. After you're finished with them, you walk away.

And there are sticks you want to get to know better and, no matter how awkward or unsuitable they may be, bring home to meet your family.

Like this one.

I loved this stick.

We had a great walk at Bronte yesterday. The mouse hunting was superb, although I didn't actually catch any. The chase was good fun. Best place to find them is in the lumpy dried grasses in the fields. In the photo, I had just completed an unsuccessful hunt. True, I didn't come away from it with any food for the pack, but I had a fine time trying - wagging my tail, pouncing and doing my best to catch one.

Reflections of spring

What? Squirrel? Where?

So sick last night.

I don't know what I ate, but it was bad. I woke the human up the first time just after 10:30, and we spent the entire night in a seemingly endless cycle of me waking her up, heading downstairs, going out, going to the bathroom, coming in, going back to bed, then me waking her up...etc etc...until she finally gave up at 4:02 am and realized there was going to be no sleep this night. She let me out then grabbed a blanket and sat on the couch.

On the bright side - every time I went out, it was snowing!