“Your dog’s last dream”
This time. This time I’m going to catch it. That rabbit things it’s so smart, pretending to ignore me as it munches grass and hippity hops around the yard. I know I’m being extra quiet and still—I am an awesome hunter after all—but still. I know he knows. He knows I know he knows. I just know it. I feel it in my guts. I feel it from the tip of my ears down to the end of my tail that quivers slightly as I wait. I just have to wait until he gets close enough and then I can pounce on him. Just a couple of hops this way. That’s it. One more. Come on. This way. Nice and easy. And go! Why does he have to be so fast? He got to the other end of the garden in no time at all! I can still catch it. I will catch it. Yes! Almost there!
What are you doing here?
Where’s the rabbit? Why am I in the house? Did he escape again? Darn it.
I’ll get him next time.