This morning, Hurley and I headed out for a morning walk. He's been doing so well I even decided that this was not going to be a "training" walk. The clicker and treats stayed at home and off we went to enjoy a half hour of morning sunshine....and rodents.
Immediately upon exiting the house, I had my eyes peeled for the usual suspects. You know, birds, cats, squirrels. The things that will prompt Hurley to forgo his loose leash walking ways and lunge. I spied a crow a half block up and got ready with my "Leave It" the moment Hurley noticed it. However, I failed to notice the R.O.N.S. darting right in front of Hurley's snout. I have no idea what this Rodent of Normal Size was - it looked like a squirrel and a rat had an illicit affair and begot a bastard rodent. Whatever it was, Hurley's jaws came within millimeters of crunching it to pieces. How it got away can only be evidence of superior rodent survivability because, folks, I thought this R.O.N.S. was surely a goner. Somehow, it cartwheeled away from Hurley's snapping jaws and darted far enough away for me to get my hunting beast under control (and by under control, I mean I dragged him kicking & screaming in the opposite direction).
I can usually buck up and face whatever grossness I have to to ensure the health and well-being of my dogs. But prying a live R.O.N.S from Hurley's jaws of death? Nope, don't think I could've handled that one.
And 30 seconds later on the walk, we saw a opossum! What the ?!?!?! I have never seen any rodents or marsupials ever in our neighborhood. Ever.