Ride 'em Squirrel!

This is a view from the old "Suicide Trails", during my riding school teeetcher days in Oakville. Always gave my students a huge amount of pride, after completing a hack along this beautiful precipice.

Oh, I forgot to tell y'all about Flip's "Ride'em Squirrel!" adventure.. I've mentioned how clueless they both are as predators, Blaze much more so than big Sister Flip. Flip has killed, and will kill again. She's anti-mole/snake. I'm pretty sure she pithed a few unfortunate frogs in the pond. Hard to tell with frogs:) They can play dead pretty well.
Flip is directionally challenged when it comes to chasing anything larger.

I mean, even I can see the squirrel. I think she smells squirrel first, and goes haring off the last place he WaS, instead of where he actually IS. Why that's always the exact opposite direction is still a mystery to me, when we're on wide open ground.

Old red dog actually CaughT a squirrel, once, and very promptly let it go, in utter surprise.

Whoah! Young promising folk-singing woman hiking in Cape Breton, NS, killed by coyotes! (Turning off news) I betcha it was coy-dogs. SPAY & NEUTER, people..

Sorry, where was I? Oh, Flip going the wronger way. Strangely, she always goes the right way, when the squirrel is beside a tree. Flip cannoT figure out why she misses squirrels, every single time. Chipmunks are also inexplicable.

We have a particularly lazy black squirrel, he must be old enough to know he's in no danger from those silly black dogs. The three of us had come outside for work and play. I'd noticed lazy black squirrel (lbs) half-heartedly heading towards our back driveway, beside my wild/flower/veggie garden. We have a large truck box, about 12'x 20', parked out there for storage of stuff. Open at the back, and a haven underneath, for generations of lbs's.

Flip, naturally, went the wrong way, and the lbs starting moving a little faster towards the box. Blaze suddenly noticed what was right in front of her nose, and managed to herd the lbs into the box, when Flip finally showed up. Lbs did NOT want to be inside the box. He wanted to be underneath the box, but he had two very bright-eyed dogs lookin' at him, grinning from ear to ravenous killer ear. A general kerfuffle ensued. Lbs did an impression of an india rubber ball inside the box, and somehow, lbs bounced out and ended up on Flip's back.

For a good ten seconds, the look on Flip's face, omg. Her eyes just about popped, as she frantically looked behind her, lbs cleverly dodging her every feint. Lbs was actually pretty safe up there, and he knew it. Once Blaze saw him, lbs leaped off and escaped, of course. He was right there, in front of both of them.
Predator fail, again, my little chaos of dogs.
I laughed myself breathless.

I haz pictures of beautiful babies. Sighhhh. I wish I OWNED these beautiful babies. However, virtual horse "ownership" has many perks. Much, much cheaper.
Actually, that's a total lie. (Not the much cheaper part.)I do not want horse babies. I don't know nuthin' 'bout babies. Give me a three or four year old. Babies are for the breeders.

Actually, no, I'm lying again. I do not want a three-four year old. I want a mature horse. Like me;)
If wishes were horses, I'd have a herd by now.

Have a great weekend, dearest readers!