Hunting Wabbits!

Just when I think Babs is getting dementia, she does something normal.  She was hunting wabbits!

I started watching her on the deck.  She had her nose down to the wood, and she began scratching at the slats.  I went out to see what was there, and sure enough, I could see the bunny's fur.  She would follow the scent around the deck, and when she would lose it, she would go to another place on the deck to find it.  When she would pick it up again, it was pretty obvious . . . that little tail would begin to wiggle back and forth and she would begin scratching again.

It is fun to see an old dog get enjoyment about something she used to do as a pup!