Have you ever seen a thing called a LIZARD, Well I had never. They sneak out of bushes, under rocks, in fact under anything they can hide...I have spent 3 weeks trying to catch at least ONE; to no avail....in vain....niet....nada....rien....nix....not one tail did I get my sharp little teeth into . There is one good thing about lizard hunting. I lost a few pounds. Ré is happy about that because she says it is easier for her to carry me. Woof Woof....
I must also tell you that I had a little row with the big buddy I went to see. There I was, minding my own business, looking for other places to find an unconscious or sleeping lizard, and there comes fatso telling me that I was to come into the house. I told him I was busy and to mind his own business. But no, he had to insist, he even went to get his human in order to drive me into the house. Heh Heh, of course I finally had to because he dragged me by the scruff of the neck. (hey he's 5 times (or more) bigger than me) But I got even with him later "the scab". When his human gave him his snack, I jumped on it and growled so he wouldn't approach it. Dat-el-loin-im......
Now I'm back to my balcony, my buddies down below, and my couch, and arm chairs. No more lizards in view. I shall gain back the couple of pounds that I had lost, and become a big fat lazy mutt again.....