Kicking the Rabbit Habit

There are few things in this world that hold our fascination more...than the particularly elusive, delightfully scented, crazyfast little creature called The Rabbit. Now you may think that all we want to do is just catch and eat; but you're wrong! Nothing compares to that exhilarating feeling you get after you catch a whiff, or see that still silhouette in the few split seconds that precede The Chase.

In fact, our senses are so primed for detecting The Rabbit, that it has become a woefully permanent habit of ours to blast off the mere instant we recognize one; in fact, we make it our daily pastime to sit in front of our window and keep watch. We make sure that our People know when we see one, and let out a cacaphony of frenzied barks and howls. Caesar himself once exploded his head through the screen window when he sighted The Rabbit! Here you can see us tensed and ready to take off at a moment's notice (although slightly overdressed for the occasion):



I (Teena) however, have had the incomparable delight of actually hunting one down and dispatching it, right in my backyard! My People were actually quite pleased with me (although they felt sorry for the Rabbit) since the Lady insists that every hound dog must have at least one thrilling kill in its life. Once I made my kill, I was a good dog and didn't "spread" the fun around; I simply licked the creature thoroughly in order to ingest that wonderful gamey scent.





Fortunately now, the Rabbit Habit has poured out into other areas of our lives...the other morning, it turned into a Bird Habit for me, as I (Teena) achieved my second kill - a mourning dove caught by surprise! And for Caesar, his habit has expanded to include skittering reptiles on which he tirelessly pounces.

So now as you can see, the one very habit that will probably never be kicked - at least as long as we Canines have our good sense about us - is that which involves The Chase.

We love OR!

What an adventure! Caesar and I just got back from a very long road trip to this amazing place called Oregon. (I have actually been a couple times before, but this was Caesar's first time out of the CA desert.)We started out in the car, but it was so nice and cozy that I fell asleep right away and don't remember much except for a few potty breaks. The People decided to split the trip in half, so that afternoon we stopped over in Sacramento. They took us on a long puppy walk before dinner, then the Man gave us some chicken from his salad. It was really tasty! (Don't they get how nasty dried kibble is?!)

Caesar and I got all rowdy in the hotel that night, I think the People were nervous that we would trash the place. The rest of the trip was uneventful. Once we got to Oregon, I feel like my nose went into sniff overload. There was so much to see and smell! 2 walks a day, a nice green little backyard to romp in, and of course treats galore. The People took us to the Saturday Market where we got lots of treats and attention, and I met a nice Basset Hound wearing a bandana.

We also went camping for one night too, after a long hike to a giant shower called "Multnomah Falls". (I wasn't too scared since I knew the Lady had just recently taken care of Bathtime.) More later on this topic... The tent was the best part, I loved hopping in and out! Caesar and I also got puppy smores by the campfire. The trip home was really long, 18 hours straight. It's okay, now we are back and ready for some new adventures. Woof!