I often find her laying at the pantry door eyes focused, waiting, waiting, waiting. Then there’s a flash and the race is on. The grey missile makes a break for freedom. Sometimes its his last run.
My pantry is smaller than most walk in closets. Recently it looks like a war zone. Cans and boxes litter the floor where Sammi has knocked them over trying to catch her mouse. You see Sammi is our Great Dane – Lab cross. She is a very small Great Dane standing 26 inches tall from her toes to her shoulder.
I’ve often told Dan, “That dog is a cat.”