The Hunter

Last Thursday, Chino and I were lucky enough to be invited over to a little impromptu happy hour with my friend and her pup.  While she and I enjoyed some peach sangria, made with peaches from her own backyard tree, Burt, the pups were supposed to be playing.  I say supposed to be because her pup was the only one who got the memo.  My mutt was acting aloof and indifferent about the whole evening.  When approached by my friend's dog, he growled instead of playing 

The only thing that seemed to interest him was the possibility of finding my friend's cat.  He caught a glimpse of him when we arrived and caught a few whiffs of him in the backyard, but nothing too close-up.  So, when the cat appeared in the window to see what was happening outside, Chino was all over it.  Of course, we cracked up as Chino's hair stood on end while he growled and whined and stood on his hind legs, trying to find the cat.  For the record, he's looking in the wrong window.