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Saturday dinner was ready and we were setting the table outside on the back porch area – enclosed inside Sibe Quentin but fenced off so that it is a dog free zone. So the answer to “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” does not include any of The Herd.
Yes, I am concentrating on dinner, but just not the one the humans prepared.
Typhoon continues his amazing timing skills by disturbing a nest of field mice and chasing them on to the human porch – just as dinner was being served.
Could you send them back my way?
Never a dull moment at Chez Herd.
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Well done, Typhoon!!!!
hello typhoon its dennis the vizsla dog hay i am sorry yore hyoomans did not appreesheeayt yore attemt to serv them an appetizer!!! it wuz verry nice of yoo to try to help owt eeven tho they ekslooded yoo frum the dinner party!!! ok bye
Love his look of intense concentration — that spells trouble in our backyard when Zoe has that look!