Dudo was on the den bed the other day. Usually, he looks at me when I call or simply comes running. I called his name. He just stared into space. I called again. Nothing. Then, he lowered his head slightly. And more staring. A flip to the right and up. More staring. That’s when I realised a flying ‘something’ had caught his eye. It was a house fly. And he was clearly too lazy to do anything more than watch it.
|NOT CATCHING… WATCHING FLIES.
(CLICK TO ENLARGE… YOU STILL WON’T SEE THE FLY.)
Dudo must have heard about the old lady…