a sudden burst of energy
On this occasion she took off after a car. Bella wasn't a car chaser but the little dog trotting behind her, who we called Rusty, was an unreformable car chaser. We know; we tried. We often watched, hearts in mouths, as he tore after another car, only inches from the wheels.
Rusty had his own routine. Our house looked over a patch of open ground that led to the city park. Just across from us was a small grassy mound, no more than a few feet high. Every morning he would lie on top of this mound waiting. As soon as I opened the gate his head would pop up and his tail would start wagging.
One morning when I went out he wasn't there. I spent the next few days searching the neighbourhood trying to find him. I never saw him again. We assume he chased one car too many. We miss you Rusty.
This picture was taken on 4 March 2006.
(I'm going to be away for the next two weeks and won't be posting any more pictures during that time. But Bella's story will continue when I return.)