Zetta has waited ten years for a day like Saturday. I think it was the best day of her life. For those that don't know Zetta, she's not like most dogs. Though she's happy to see us when we get home, she's pretty aloof for a dog and she hardly ever barks. But in one aspect she is a dog through and through--Zetta is a hunter. She is constantly prowling for prey. She actually catches things too; she's quite the mole killer. There's one beast that has alluded her until now--the SQUIRREL!Here's the story: I was outside doing yardwork on Saturday afternoon and, of course, the dogs were outside with me. We heard a squirrel scurry up the lone tree in our backyard. The dogs immediately ran over, got excited, and stayed under the tree and barked a while. Jerome lost interest after about two minutes, but Zetta stayed under that tree all day and watched that squirrel. Many hours later I looked out the window and Zetta had the squirrel in her mouth. Zetta must have been mighty proud of that squirrel, because after she played with it and killed it, she buried it. Not once, not twice, but three times. And she wouldn't leave her kill. She stayed outside and guarded it all night. We finally had to take it away from her on Sunday. Poor squirrel, but I think it brought Zetta true happiness and joy for one day.
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Forgot to say that we still don't know the results of Henry's test. His pediatrician has sent 55 samples to Little Rock to be tested for Swine Flu, but only 3 have come back (negative). Henry is now recovered, so either way I guess it doesn't matter now.
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