Doing the dog thing.
Love to run around in a grain field. Hard to find your way though.
I use sounds and the place of the sun to know where I am.
My human refuses to give a compass.
Lots of little mice in this field, but they sure are quick.
I keep hunting them till I notice a change in the voice of my human calling out for me.
When I hear that nervous high pitch it`s time to stop and go back.
I know he`ll have a cookie ready. No matter how long I keep him waiting,
he gives me a cookie when I return.
He calls it dog psychology. Ha!


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