As I was walking Camry past Martha’s Vinyard (grocery/wine shop) and Nantucket Bakery (yes, owned by the same people!), I ran into a woman who had noticed me walking Camry earlier in the week. It turns out she also has a red merle Aussie. A few days later, I ran into her with the aforementioned dog, and the two sniffed behinds, and Camry proceeded to hide behind me after some promising overtures. At least there was no barking!
Sam also told me that the neighborhood also views a local cemetery (the old one of the town) as an informal dog park; in other words, the notices reading “no dogs allowed” are routinely ignored. So Camry and I went up there this morning and walkied around. Some statistics from my perambulations:
Earliest birth date seen: 1793
Latest death date: 1997 (not the same person as above, obviously)
Squirrels: 2
Camry: 0
I suspect that if one toted up Camry’s lifetime stats for that last one, the squirrels would be in the thousands, and Camry still at zero. I don’t know who would be more surprised if she actually caught one – the squirrel or Camry.
Current activity of dog: On side, asleep on my living room rug.
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17 July 2008 at 1:45 am
Kurt Bullock
Actually, believe it or not, Camry did catch a squirrel…well, sort of. True (well, as much as a critical theorist can label something ‘truth’) story: Camry chased a squirrel into a slender tree, and as it was going up, and the tree was bending over, the squirrel fell to the ground about fifteen feet below. I’d never seen this before, but there it was: A stunned, clumsy, ready-to-be-devoured squirrel on the ground. Camry went to it quickly, but I kept her away from it. The squirrel was gone upon our return walk, so I’m trusting it is still climbing through trees to this day — albeit a bit more carefully.
K