So, there we were Sunday night, strolling along as usual. Bunny and Blueberry have been more subdued walkers lately, I suspect because of the heat. Morgan is a schizophrenic walker. When she walks with Mr. Taleteller in the morning, she doesn't pull, but she gives a short warning growl until he tells her to knock it off and behave. In the evening when we walk together, she pulls like she could be a sled dog, but ignores everyone that we pass along the way. She's not unmagageable, by any means, but she is an eighteen month old puppy who hasn't been taught certain manners. Fortunately, she's a very quick study. I don't think it will be long at all before she's walking very nicely beside both of us.
Anyhow, Sunday evening found us working our way towards home. It wasn't terribly hot, but it was pretty humid, so we were walking at a pretty leisurely pace. Morgan took the lead, with Blueberry lagging behind Mr. Taleteller in her usual homeward-bound fashion. Bunny and I were behind them. That's when it happened.
I heard Mr. Taleteller shout out something brief that sounded like "Oh shit" and Blueberry did a back step towards Bunny and me. Morgan leaped up in the air like a wild stallion, did a spin in the air in a move that would have impressed any Matrix fan and landed right in the middle of the neighbors' very nicely trimmed shrubbery. Bunny's ears flickered and she did a little snort that I believe translates from Greyhoundese as "amateur" while Blueberry gave me a look that said "please don't let anyone know I'm attached to this pony show". I snickered and offered to take Blueberry with me while Mr. Taleteller worked at lifting his dog out of the shrubbery. Blueberry walked along with me gratefully and pretended that she did not see Morgan the rest of the way home.
It was too late at night for anyone to see us, fortunately. Most of our neighbors go to bed rather early. It was nice to be a spectator at this version of the German Shepherd rodeo. I'm actually not sure which part was funnier, Mr. Taleteller's face or Morgan's. I think I'm glad that the Greyhounds are over the foolish rabbits this year and have moved on to squirrels as their latest obsession. I do think that if we are ever out somewhere and the dogs are off leash together that there will be some rabbits in serious trouble. Morgan has the skills to flush them out and Bunny has the speed and drive to catch them when they take off. I'm glad they haven't become a team of mighty huntresses yet, but I suspect it could be coming.