It moved in the grass, an obvious violation of the canine law of nature so Chewy went into full doggy hunt mode, watching and waiting for her chance to pounce.
It was a bug of some sort, winding it way through the grass but it could have been anything to a puppy whose instinct took over. Chewy watched. She tensed. Then she pounced. But the bug’s survival instincts appeared more honed then Chewy’s predator ones and it escaped, leaving our canine disappointed but determined to live to hunt for another day.