Well, Run Faster Next Time

One of the problems with being The Shiba, is that for some unknown reason, The People seem to think that I should always be on a leash in public. I don't even get one of those retractable leashes like I see small terriers and chihuahuas enjoying (Note: why is it that the smaller the dog, the longer the leash? Is that so they can run around innocent bystanders and trip them?). No, I am limited to a six foot strap with it firmly attached to some Human even when we are walking in the woods.

It's not fair.

This morning, the woods were filled with mice, chipmunks, squirrels and turkeys. I was beyond jazzed at the temptation. In the morning chill, I felt invigorated, alive, and ready to hunt. And my prey, those small furry creatures and those tasty birds, were just out of reach off the trail.

Except for one.

One small little chipmunk, a courageous rodent, crossed the trail directly in front of me.

"He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the Womb of Time." Jack London, Call of the Wild.

His temptation of his own fate excited my soul.

The Chase Commenced.

I dove into the bushes, scattering the fallen leaves which were covering my foe. I jumped a log and pursued my quarry around a tree stump. As the varmit dashed into his hole, I followed, my snout breathing the dandruff of his fur. Quickly, I started to dig-

But then the strap, that damned strap, pulled me back.

The Woman did not appear pleased by my endeavor. It appears that she held the strap throughout the entire chase and was not amused by my pursuit.

Something about "burrs." I noticed that there were these inconveniently sticky things all over the both of us.

Now, I would like to point out that if I had not been strapped to The Woman, only I would have had the troublesome seeds. I would also like to point out that if I had not been strapped to The Woman, that I would have been able to run fast enough to catch that cocky chipmunk.

I will never convince her. The Woman is determined to ruin what should have been a great chase by making it into a contest of wills.

And she did not have to ruin the experience completely with The Bath. I would have cleaned myself, if given enough time.


I Am Shiba. I'll Get You My Pretty . . . In Your Little Log Too!