The little booger may be cognitively deficient, but she's all hunter now. Zuzu was hunting in the ivy bed and Loki was ambling around the yard. Then Loki went up to the gate to greet DH when he came home from werk. When Zuzu ran up to the gate, too, Loki charged over to where she was hunting, kilt that varmit and then proceeded to proudly bring it home for daddy. :heart: Put it neatly on the doormat. Cookies all around and ANOTHER flying mole. :wink:
GO Loki!!!!!
Sarge, Duggie and Earl say way to go......they don't have moles here to hunt......just birds and rascally rabbits that seem to avoid their training grounds now! The birds are use to them especially the robins who don't seem to be afraid of the boys.
Amy wants to know if she can come over and play as most of the rabbits stay out of the big pen, and as its going into cooler weather even the lizards are going north.
Loki Dawg, you ROCK! :thumb:
My little Madderoo was out on her regular 3:00 am jaunt and I heard a creeter hit the fence. Prolly a Possum. Miss Roo didn't even flinch. In the old days, she would have taken that varmit out....lickety split. Poor elderly deef dawg.
We had a mouse in our garage. When it scampered under some storage shelves, it spooked Zeke and he retreated into the house. Some "great hunter".
Rudy-angel was, by far, the most predatory of my dachsies, but even he was a poor hunter, preferring to charge his prey rather than stalk it. He learned early that he could not catch a bird, so when he'd see birds, particularly robins, in the yard, he would only make a half-hearted feint just to get them to fly off. Rabbits were another matter. Him and Max used to love to chase them. What would happen is they would chase the rabbit, and the rabbit would turn far quicker than any dachshund could and make their getaway.
However, one time, when some baby birds fell out of their nest, Rudy was presented with a baby open its beak, almost to say "are you my mother?". Rudy didn't know what to do. His protection instinct override his hunting instinct...at least long enough for me to get him away from the birds before he ate them. Despite our best attempts to save the baby birds, they died a couple of days later.
LOL Loki girl you have it figured out! Too funny. I used to throw sticks into the river (yes when I was young and hadn't learned to be a neurotic mother yet) for 150 lb Fred and 24 lb Jessie, Fred would wade out to his elbows and let Jessie (if you can believe that a doxie would swim out and fetch a stick!) swim out and bring the stick back, as she was swimming past him he would reach down and gently take the stick from her, sometimes with her still attached. Some of them like Loki just learn to work smarter, not harder.
YOU GO GIRL!!! :headbang: