Out on the windswept plain, our lone yellow wolf-dog spies her prey.....slowly and cautiously she approaches. its been ever so long since her last meal (3 hours) and she is ravenous. If she manages to capture the elusive black dog she can feast for weeks. This is also a fight for survival, the canine pup-ulation has doubled in recent weeks and territorial fights will establish who rules the roost (aka The Waffle House)
Suddenly our brave little yellow wolf-dog seizes the moment leaps up on all fours and darts in for an attack..........
misjudging the speed of her prey the yellow wolf-dog races after her prey, both in full fight they are a sight to see.
As they race majestically across the wide open planes of the backyard a surprise turn of events has the black dog turning the tables on our poor hungry pup and confronts our lone yellow wolf-dog
Deciding that retreating to fight another day is the best course of action our lone yellow dog departs the battle field and seeks solace in a nice bowl of kibble.
3 comments:
GO TRUFFLES!! I wished I was a braves as you! - Pompei (who hid under the porch from the "mean" neighbors doggie)
Ha ha! I can just hear the British accent. I love those tucked tails. It must have been hilarious to watch.
Dear Waffle,
Thanks for that important lesson. I am sure it will come in handy when squishy yellow dog comes to my house.
Very Sincerely,
The Queen of her Castle, The Chelsonator
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