Thursday evening. 8 p.m.-ish.
I open the back door for Auggie to take a stroll, and I see an opossum walking quietly by the side of the garage.
“Go get ’em,” I yell to the dog.
The opossum takes off toward the fence and the back gate. The dog is like Pegasus, flying on his feet toward the miscreant intruder.
Auggie doesn’t get the critter, of course. But in between his visits to the bushes, he’s checking the back yard, sniffing like a dickens, and going to the gate to bark just for good measure.
I’m laughing and enjoying a dog with this kind of personality. He certainly makes the house a lively place!