Chasing rabbits,

OK, so I happened to have gotten some kind of punishment and now I am in my crate writing this. But with my back to the door because my brother, Pepper,
keeps passing by with a very irritating smile on his face.

We went to the woods today, that is always so much fun. Before our mommy releases our leash she tells us that we have to listen, and I usually confirm this by
giving her a lick on her nose. Pepper starts building a hut right away. Braches and trunks, preferably 2 to 3 times his size, are collected by him in record time.
And after a couple of kilometers he usually is dog-tired. Than he changes tactics, and starts building an underground hut.

I rather run, with a ball or a stick that is thrown away for me by my mommy. When I found the ball, I will just wait until she arrives at the place where I found
it and then I am completely fit for the next round. Well OK, at one point, I went for a leak, and there was this rabbit, only five meters away from me, and he
stood there laughing at me. As fast as I could I reloaded my hard-disk until the
search engine found “instinct” and “nose” and hunting season had begun.
This isn’t an easy job in this particular wood,because these rabbits don’t seem to have warrens and so they hide in the undergrowth. And I constantly have
to run around this undergrowth to be able to catch them. And when I finally reach them they walk out of it at the opposite site.

After an hour or so, I thought…. Oh what the heck, I will go do something else. From behind the bushes I could see my mommy sitting on a tree stump, looking
very sad with a handkerchief in her hand. And Pepper, that dope, stood there licking the tears off of her face and started to exaggerate once I caught his eye.
“If Quibus does not come, you can have his biscuits!”,and he started waving his little tail.

She grabbed a package and gave him a couple of biscuits. That was the limit for me. I did the hard work running in the woods, and he was receiving my
treats. So I approached him barking telling him this is not how things are done. Have you even seen your mommy mad and happy at the same time? “Where were
you”! she cried out. My mouth was full with treats, so I decided against telling her that there are no street name signs in the woods.
On our way back in the car, when I felt like taking a nap, she kept lecturing me. I should be more like Pepper, I was a naughty dog and she was happy that I
was still alive.
When we got home, without sleeping, I went to the bookcase and with my last strength I scratched the dictionary from the shelve and started looking
fiercely for the word instinct. So my mommy could understand that the lessons of my ancestors, at least in the woods, have precedence above her lessons.

Well, and now I am here writing. I can hear my mommy talking to someone in the background, telling this person that she is considering taking me to obedience
training. Oh well, tomorrow morning I will bring the morning paper to her in bed. And than all is forgiven and forgotten…. Wanna bet.

Quibus