Gretchen continued the pursuit, but Daisy, perhaps realizing the futility of her efforts, had become preoccupied with a nose to the ground. “Daisy,” I exclaimed, as she thumbed her snout at me and managed to continue chomping on her newly discovered prize. I expected to force the release of a petrified squirrel, but was surprised (not pleasantly) to see a cats hind leg drop to the grass-sprouting ground.  Well, it appears we have not completely driven off the coyotes with urban sprawl.

But that was not all.  As we readied to leave, Daisy at a distance of 100 yards, managed to ignore our summons and continued to explore the brush.  Suddenly, she proudly began running with a large object protruding from her jowls.  “Not again!”

The very happy German shorthair brought us what she assumed was a great gift, but from our point of view was nothing more than a decomposing jack rabbit.  No kisses from Daisy tonight was the rule.