I Found My Tail

The heat is getting to everyone except one little black and white dog. She has been chasing "wabbits" in both yards, gulping sprinklers at will, and trying very hard to heel when she is supposed to. But today:

What's this? It is black with a white tip on the end. Maybe I can catch it. If I reach around maybe I can grab it. Oh boy, here I go . . . now all I can do is run in a circle. Yikes! I am getting dizzy . . . wow, the only way I can quit is to fall down. But there's that white tip again . . . let me try once more . . . oh no, I am falling down again! This is almost as fun as chasing the bunnies around the yard.