It was a beautiful day here in Maryland and after dinner and a short walk with George, I took the camera in the backyard and laid down in the grass. I like lying down in the grass. It smelled heavenly too, and was freshly mowed and lush and green. I apologize to those who have allergies, I honestly do. The sun felt warm and the evening was so pleasant. I could hear the sounds of birds calling to each other and I heard a woodpecker in the tree nearby. Our cat, Blackie was outside, stalking birds, as usual. George was outside as well, and I could see him underneath the walnut tree. He'd found a stick and it was keeping him busy. Then I saw a mourning dove land by the tree near me. So I took a picture. And then I saw Blackie had also noticed the bird. She jumped up on the fence to get a better look. And then she crept closer. I don't like it when my cats get birds, even though I know it's what cats do. I just don't like it when they do it when we're around. I'll always root for the bird when it comes to cat vs. bird. Anyway, I will not digress. The cat, she is getting closer. And before I know it, she jumps off the fence, and makes a beeline for the bird!
"George!" I say. "Get the kitty." And, like the obedient dog he is, he takes off in a flash for the kitty.
He's scared her off and here he is with the stick still in his mouth.
The mourning dove is safe. Yeah, you can thank George, little guy.
What a good boy he is. Yeah, you are my good boy, George. God, I love this dog.