On The Fly

We seem to have a new sport here at our house.  So far, Bunny and Morgan are the only participants, but I've seen Lilac give it a shot.  Blueberry probably has, but she's never lower herself to letting anyone catch her in the act.

What I'm talking about here is fly catching.  For some reason, Bunny and Morgan have both decided this is an entertaining pasttime this summer.  I would prefer they found something else to do, but at least the flies don't bother us much in the house.

The funny part to me is that they both seem to have different styles.  In that respect, it is entertaining to watch.  At least, until they actually catch it.

Bunny is fast.  Actually, she's so fast about it that if you blink or sneeze, you'd miss the whole thing.  She sits still for a second, waits for the fly to buzz near her nose and then with a snap, it's completely gone.  Her head barely even moves!

Morgan on the other hand, takes her time.  She'll stalk the fly all over the living room, pouncing and watching it for an hour before she catches it.  The fun doesn't end there, though!   She'll hold it just so in her mouth, then drop it to the ground, presumably to play with it.  I saw one crawling across the floor feebly the other day, no doubt calling "medic" after her third catch and release.  Then she gave a pounce and the darned thing crawled behind the computer desk and away from the jaws of death.  He was a lucky one.  The other ones she has killed, as well as a hapless spider who decided to make a web on the window ledge the other morning. 

It grosses me out to watch them, but at the same time, it's like an accident you can't look away from.  Am I the only one with such strange dogs?  Does anybody else out there have a dog with a habit that grosses them out?