It has become our morning routine to “trust” Indy to go outside by herself. This hasn’t always been the case. For much of her time with us, due to a number of events that lead us into a distrusting relationship, Indy has required supervised bathroom breaks. Events, that you’ll find documented in previous posts, such as a scaling the fence (twice), a roll in the deer poop (required 2 baths), and an escape out of the car that I was certain was going to be the end of her or me have given us great stories but have also left lasting effects of leeriness.

For a few weeks now, Indy has been a good girl. She goes out in the AM unsupervised, does her business, and returns when called. This is a big event in our lives and a welcomed relief!

Recently, while getting ready for work, I let Indy out to use the local facilities. It was approximately 0530, dark, and the rest of the occupants of the property were all sound asleep. After a few minutes, I poked my head out the door and whistled for her, nothing…

After a few more minutes, I called and whistled for her again…nothing!

So back inside I go to put some shoes and a coat on, just in case I needed to go for a trek to find the doggo. I stepped outside, and as I reached the corner of the trailer, I witnessed  the chase of a lifetime. There are many different animals that live on this property from deer to mice and many other creatures in between and I’m certain Indy would chase them all!

So, in the dark of the morning, when the streak of a light haired critter followed by a dark haired rocket bolted by me across the driveway and into the black of the trees, I shouldn’t have been surprised. But, initially I was startled by the raucous and was totally caught off guard by what was happening until I heard the scream of the animal, then I quickly realized that Indy was on the hunt.

While trying to not wake up the neighborhood, I called for Indy, she came when called but she carried in her mouth the dead rabbit that I’m sure she would have eaten if I let her! After convincing her to drop it, we went back inside to contemplate the morning events, make a plan for disposing of the evidence, and figuring out a way that I could stop hearing the scream of the rabbit…

It’s pretty clear that you can take the doggo out of the wilderness but a true animal will live within her heart.

Do your domestic animals have a favorite creature to chase? I’d love to read your story, be sure to post in the comments!

 Mortician (Trudi)