Me and my dog make a great Fly Chasing Team.
We kill flies together. And then he eats them. Good protein source, if you ask me.
Just right now we are back from yet another successful mission. Captain FLP (this the name in code of my dog) usually detects the tiny flies, i can see the big ones.
Few minutes ago our mission started in the usual way. Its a cool day here (finally) and i immediately opened window and balcony door....everything was fine when, all of a sudden, i heard it. The annoying buzz in my ears.
At the same time FLP appeared running at my side. He was snoring few seconds earlier, so powerful is his internal fly radar, but he heard the buzz too. Good, he was probably thinking with his dog brain...hunt is on.
"Chase the fly, FLP" its the sign of open war.
We quickly alligned in position: he visualized the trajectory of the flying enemy and pointed decisively to the bathroom, i got up and went to grab my super-duper-thecnologically advanced weapon: a table cloth. (duh.....what did you expect? A laser gun?).
Well, weapon in hand and FLP leading... we entered the bathroom. The fly was still on the back of the blinds. But she is a little creature. She can't stay still for too long.....nor she can open the window and byebye humans. She is stuck, i thought.
But past experiences had taught the deceiving and quick ways flies possess to elude the most impossible situation and the capture.
And she evidently went to school with all A's.
She darted quick as a fox (why? if she is a fly? ....dont ask) and emitting that fastidious sound again right close to my ear, she avoided my table cloth that, as vendicative as Jehova, fell ineptly against the window.
The enemy was zapping in the living room now. But FLP didn't loose sight of her.
He guided me imperiously to the living room windows.
And there we applied our most successful and acrobatic tactic of all: the Window Banging (no, its not a Kamasutra position for dog lovers).
FLP started to push his nose against one side of the panel why i was slamming the table cloth very rapidly against the fly. When she could escape me she had to avoid FLP.
Because he was always right on her, hopping up and down, wagging his tail in sheer happiness.
After few seconds she got tired and disoriented and confused... and as soon as she lied to rest a micro-nano second too long FLP was there and mercilessly ate her.
Mission accomplished.
Fly Chasing Team was (again) victorious.
Flies of all the neighborhood behave.
It just silly, effortless, easy, free fun...we both have a little action and we bond together.
Hey , better tha bar hopping....lol....
Plus, i doubt they would let him enter.....
Do you have any of this silly, improptu fun?
