Today, this morning, I was walking our dog when she spotted a squirrel about sixty feet away. We struggled a bit as I wanted to go in the opposite direction to throw some brush onto the brush pile. Then, now over a hundred feet away from the squirrel, we started in that direction. As we moved Mocha began to pull and pull and pull. The squirrel was young or really stupid as it ignored us until we were less than 20 feet away. Then it scampered up onto the wooden swing set toy. Now Mocha tried to run after the squirrel, tugging me along. As the squirrel may then have leaped to a tree, Mocha rounded the swing set, and I stumbled. Down I went as Mocha pulled harder (at least that is the way it felt). My knee hit the ground, and I was pulled over, my right arm getting wrenched as Mocha pulled more, ignoring me on the ground. I considered letting her go but instead pulled the leash toward me as I lay on the ground. She cooperated and came to me but kept searching for the squirrel. I told Nanc...
These are the adventures of Tractor Boy and his toys.