I'm not sure if Max was mad at me for sleeping in, or if he thought it was already too hot, but Monday morning there was nothing I could do to coax that old dog to go for a walk with me.
It hurt my feelings, because I didn't have time Saturday or Sunday to go for walks before work. In fact, I'd barely seen him since Friday. Old fart.
So Belle and I went without him.
She's usually reluctant to venture far without him, but that morning she seemed to relish the alone time with me.
We came to an area of tall grass. She froze in her tracks, listening...and smelling. I watched her nose, fascinated at the way it twitched this way and that, rhythmic and intent. She stomped her paw. Waited. Listened. Smelled. Stomped.
There was a rustle of grass. She pounced, and at the same time, I caught a glimpse of a striped lizard zipping past me. I turned, barely in time to snap this photo before the lizard disappeared in the grass near the building.
Meanwhile, Belle still snuffled in the grass behind me, searching, clueless; I didn't have the heart to tell her I caught the lizard.