M tells me we are in the south of Germany and these mountains are called The Alps. I don’t care much about the name of the place, but I do like it here, very much. We make nice long walks and we are camping in our new campervan. When we walk M and P like to stop and have a drink and some food and they share it with me – so far I ate speck, big chunks of pancake called Kaiserschmarrn and schnitzel. So these mountains aren’t only great for walking, but also for eating out!
When we walk I smell loads of wildlife. The mountains must be swarming with it! Yesterday we sat for some drink at a place where a special kind of wildlife was roaming free. They came very close. I would have loved to catch them, they looked big and fat and juicy. Alas, M had me on a tight leash. Which was not fair. I have dreams about this wildlife now… In those dreams I do catch one of these big chunky birds and tear them to pieces. I think they will taste like Kaiserschmarrn. My mouth is watering!
I like chasing birds and cats and little dogs, but most of all I like to chase foxes. I did it once. We were walking through a field and there it was, a slender fox, right in front of me. In cases like this I do not hesitate: I was off full speed immediately. The fox saw me too (they are not stupid, you know) and started to run towards some bushes. In order to get there, it had to cross the path where we were walking. I sensed where it was going and I raced towards the bushes too, intercepting the fox on his way there. I missed him by half a nose length – he escaped in the prickly bushes. Men, he was fast!
It was the best chase I ever had.
I would love to get another chance of hunting fox. So you can imagine I was thrilled when we were walking in the dunes and there it was, a big fat fox. Just sitting there, in the sunlight.
I smelled it and my muscles started to tense. It was pretty far away and there was a hollow with some prickly bushes between us, so I had to think up a clever plan in order to make this hunt succeed. Then the fox did this:
He arched his back to shit! This was a great opportunity for me, the moment to start the chase. You see: when one defecates, one is temporarily focussed on just that. One can not run and defecate at the same time. Every dog knows this. This was my chance to get close to the fox, he would never be able to outrun me.
But to my great misfortune M had me on a leash and would not let me go. I couldn’t believe she did not let me, I still can’t believe it. This could have been my one and only chance to chase a fox again! I am depressed, really depressed.
We just returned from a long walk, M and I and W. W is M’s mother. She likes walking as much as M and I, so sometimes we go together! That’s nice. I like her, she gives me cookies.
We walked on the beach and through the dunes. It was sunny and quiet, we almost had a private beach!
The beach is great for running and chasing birds. Which I did, of course. After some hours we went into the dunes, rabbit country!
But the rabbits were skinny, so I did not catch them. Besides I wanted to save my energy. When we go for a walk and M has her hiking gear with her (a big lumpy thing on her back with loads of stuff in it, like my food and my bed) one never knows when one will return home. I was right in saving my energy: this particular walk turned out to be a two day walk.
On the second day we spotted some very interesting wildlife:
I did want to chase that one, but M stopped me. Not fair! When we walked on I used my sharp eyes and nose even more than usual to spot these big juicy animals. But alas, they were all hiding from me. They must be very clever.
For the last stage of our long walk we walked on the beach again.
It was a nice walk. Now I will sleep for half a day and then we can go again!