Tuesday, June 22, 2010
You can take the dog out of the wild but you cannot take the wild out of the dog. Case in point. I looked over and saw Riley moving ever so slowly in prowl like fashion towards the food source she had her eyes on. Slowly, slowly ever so stealthily she moved. Closer, closer. She heard Bosco, causing her to reflexively stop in her tracks. Bosco lay down. Riley turned back, eyes returning to food source. Moving slowly, carefully so as not to arouse suspicion, she makes it to Bosco's food bowl. EMPTY.