|Schooner, wondering if I'll ever find him|
The last couple of days I've been working with Schooner, trying to teach him how to hunt, so he can share in the fun of murdering helpless rodents. After all, Hobie might want to take a vacation some day. After a full day of training, with charts and grafts and flip charts and a pop quiz or two, Schooner was exhausted.
|Schooner taking a rest on the sofa|
|Schooner (and why do I feel like prey?)|