I was out walking Puppy last night. It was a pretty exciting walk for him.
As we're strolling up the street, we see this little furball running full tilt right at us. Its little bell is tinkling loudly. This takes us both by surprise. Puppy especially.
He's used to seeing bunnies run across his path. Which he usually tries to chase. He doesn't get far, what with the leash and all. But this was different. This was bigger than a bunny, it made a tinkling sound and more confusing was the fact that this thing was barrelling right at us.
Puppy stops. His ears go up. I thought he was going to chase after it. Instead, he actually took a step back. Glanced up at me and then watched this chubby little cat run right in front of him, up the hill and behind a house. Puppy looks at me. I swear it was almost like he was saying "What the hell was that?"
We continue on our walk. Which eventually brings us back to the same place. And sure enough, the furball is back. Puppy isn't fooled this time. His ears go up, he glances back at me and I know he's thinking "Screw this! I'm going after it this time!"
And he does! Pulling me along behind him. Have I mentioned how strong greyhounds are?
"Come on!" he's saying. "It's getting away!!" He's pulling and tugging on the leash trying to catch up to the cat. I'm just about peeing myself cuz I'm laughing so hard. Needless to say, the cat gets away, and we continue home.
Puppy's usual manner is to walk right beside me, nudging my hand once in a while with his nose just to say "Hey". Not this time. He walked just a little in front of me all the way home. I think it was his way of letting me know he was pissed off I let the cat get away.
Sorry, dude. Maybe next time.