We parked down the road by the water. Something about water views is so relaxing.
Here is the Rimster looking out the window with the new collar on.
We left the pet shop, making our way along the crowded streets passing again on the Santa picture. Both Gypsy and Rim were a bit anxious with all the traffic and chaos. Both of them were pulling a bit. We decided to veer off into one of the residential areas for a break. We were expecting some peace and quiet. Not so... The first thing Gypsy sees is a squirrel. Gypsy immediately gets in the hunt mode, eyes fixed on the squirrel, sniffing the air, and shaking with excitement. This squirrel was parked under a big tree, caring more about hiding a nut than the ferocious poodle that wanted to attack him. I gave Gypsy some slack on the leach and walked over to the tree. The squirrel ran around the back side of the tree and then up the tree to safety. Gypsy the hunter looked around puzzled.
Were did he go?
The squirrel was up the tree, looking down at Gypsy, laughing at her.
The whole time Gypsy was going spastic over a squirrel, Rim sat calmly trying to figure out what the big deal was. While Rim and Gyp are beginning to have some similar traits, I am glad that Rim isn't a hunter like Gypsy. It was a beautiful day, the only shopping we accomplished was the puppy collar. Gypsy however, did tree a fuzzy little rodent so that made the trip to St. Mike's a success.