The Rabbit

One morning on our walk, Miss Dog saw a rabbit eating grass.  As usual, she stopped, raised her ears and fixed her gaze on it.  I paused to allow her to reminisce her hunting days.  The rabbit didn't move.  It was only five feet away, but a fence protected it from the dog.  

Perhaps Miss Dog realized the rabbit was untouchable, but she engaged in a long stare-down with her nose to the fence.  Suddenly, Miss Dog jerked forward and stopped just as suddenly… as if to perform an intentional false start.  This sent the poor frantic rabbit darting across the yard.  


Casually, Miss Dog turned and rejoined me for our walk... I could almost hear her saying with a smile, “Gotcha!”

(Photo used with permission from www.hoppelz.com.)