We moved. See blog post from about a week ago. Our new apartment overlooks open pasture and a wide, shallow lake and features a balcony that you can watch the local prairie dog colony from. Well, if you’re human. If you’re a dog, you can listen to them bark but I don’t think you can see them.
I don’t think Percy could see them. His lovely empty head didn’t realize they were there until this morning as I tried to scramble out before the heat of the sun roasted us both in this unseasonable heat wave we’re having. One brave prairie dog started sniffing around the path, used to people ignoring him as he went about his business.
Percy’s ears perked. He stood up tall, stopped in the middle of the road, closed his mouth and stared. I wrapped the leash around my hand double — you’re not supposed to do that, but I’d rather break my hands than let him run off — and braced for the inevitable.
Sprint.
The leash isn’t long. On purpose. He likes to chase squirrels, and I’m not about to give him enough slack to snap his neck. The prairie dog wisely skittered back to his burrow, but the rest of our walk was marked by constant stopping and staring at the little critters popping up from their burrows like whack-a-mole to bark at him while he cried about his itchy feet.
The jig is up. This little asshole knows where they are now.
from the pen of icarus blake 
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