I am not weird. What do you mean I’m weird?
What do you mean, I don’t do that? You mean I’m weird if I don’t do what other dogs do?
I bet most of my blogging dog buddies don’t do that either.
What do you mean they don’t do that because they don’t get a chance?
Don’t those things cross everyone’s path – in the summer at least?
They’re constantly flitting around on my trails.
If I chased every one of them that I saw I’d be totally worn out.
And besides you’d be yanking on my leash when you didn’t want to follow me through the bushes.
You think I should have chased those two that ran right under my nose today? Just because other dogs would have done it?
You’d better be glad I am weird then, or I’d be yanking your arm right out of its socket when I took off. They run fast.
Look, there goes one now.
Do you want me to chase it?
I’m not weird. I don’t bother the ones on my trails because I figure that’s where they belong.
But watch out if they come in my yard.
When I find one of those yard lizards…
I’m chasing it up a tree.
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