Our middle dog, K, is a hunter.
If it moves, she’ll stalk it. She’s got very keen eyesight and a sharp nose, too. She’s also got determination, leaning toward compulsiveness and/or obsession.
On a recent trip to the WV Place, K spent a total of about 10-12 HOURS in one day hunting lizards in our woodpile.
Before the woodpile, she was chasing the critters around some cinder blocks.
There are quite a few lizards in our yard. West Virginia only has six different species of lizards, and we saw at least three different species that weekend.
From what I observed, she could see and hear the lizards, but she couldn’t smell them. And, because they are very fast, she had a hard time catching them. In fact, I think it is safe to say that K isn’t a very good lizard hunter.
Determined, yes. Successful, no.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. At THEM, actually. Belle would offer help every now and then, but she’s no better at catching lizards.
They did manage to rout out, and try to kill, this cute little skink, which Hubby rescued.
Meg, who isn’t really into hunting, could not have cared less.
By the end of the weekend, K was so exhausted, she could barely stand. Which I guess is the reason she walked right past this lizard near the front porch.
Dogs are a never-ending source of entertainment. Our lives would be so dull without them around.