I only had one hand free, this morning, when the mayhem began. The other hand, held a plastic bag full of doggy doo-doo.
When myself, and the two mutts walked around the brick parapet at the entrance of the subdivision, all heck broke loose.
One of the neighborhood “crazy cat lady’s” cats walked, stalked, or whatever cats do, in front of my dogs–who were leashed together.
The leash was out of my hand in an instant, and the chase was on. Through the first neighbor’s yard, around their boat, parked in the driveway, into the second neighbor’s yard.
Max was baying like a hunting dog, until heard him yelp. Oh well, they’ve caught up to the cat, I thought. None of the three seemed any worse off from the experience. Like is usually the case, no neighbors heard the ruckus.