Both dogs clamored at the door to be let out and almost tore it out of its track when Mary tired of the cacophony and came over to slide it open. In a flash of raised back fur they were off after one of the neighborhood squirrels yet again.
They never seem to tire of chasing squirrels. As always, after much barking and frantic snuffling at the base of the tree that provided the squirrel with its escape route over the fence, they happily returned to the family room, doggie grins and wagging tails providing evidence of their self-satisfaction at another hunt well played.
They seem not to be bothered one whit by the fact that yet again, they’ve been outrun by an animal with legs the length of my index finger.
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