The greatest duo of all time strikes again

Starsky and Hutch.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Montana and Rice.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Batman and Robin.


Clint Eastwood and...well, uh, his sneer.

Lassie and Timmy.

Throughout history, there have been great duos.

But none compare to the greatest of them all.

You know who I'm talkin' about.

The unstoppable...Storm and Quinn.

They're all talkin' about us at the dog park. The deer. The bunnies. The hawks. The crows. And now, the ducks. You bet, they're talkin'.

No one is safe.

Grab your fawns, baby bunnies, squirrels, ducklings...whatever your species happens to be...

Because you never know when we will strike.

Today, in the sleepy little park of Bronte, an unsuspecting duck landed in a makeshift pond beside the off leash parking lot.

Quinn didn't waste a second. He turned and barreled down on the duck. I sensed adventure, and joined in the chase. The duck flew away. I took the lead and chased it across the road (kinda glad Bronte is fenced in and the speed limit is really low). Quinn paused...but not for long. The duck turned, headed down the road. And we followed. Air pumping through our lungs. Sun on our backs. Duck quacking. Legs pounding the pavement. Humans shouting.

We didn't stop until we had run that rogue duck outta town.

We gave each other a satisfied glance, holstered our pistols and headed back to town...where a couple of pissed off humans waited.

They're threatenin' to break us up.

We'll see who wins that one.

Mark my word...Storm and Quinn WILL ride again...