Zeb forgets that his legs are short and that he is - in effect - a small dog.
In his mind, he is a grehound/doberman/shepherd cross...
In reality, he is a corgi - a small corgi.
Zeb is a pretty fast runner and an excellent herder.
In his mind he is faster Secretariat.
In reality, he's not that fast.
Zeb is not fast enough to catch a deer.
You think he would have figured that out by now...
Today he chased one across the yard and into the woods.
He returned 20 minutes later -- sans deer.
Maybe it's the chase he likes.
Maybe it's the exercise -- nah -- he is currently curled up, happily snoring in his crate.
He's probably dreaming about catching that deer.
Lilly can't figure out why she can't catch the magpies that land in our yard. lol
Well, at she he DOESN'T catch stuff our chow and jack Russell caught some stuff and cleaning it up was gross, finding it your bed was GROSSER
Daisy the Dachshund is the same way... too slow, too low to the ground... but hey, let's not tell them... ;)
Ah, there's nothing better than ambition, even in a short-legged doggy :-)
Go Zeb - you keep on dreaming, boy!
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