head start

as he headed out for his evening poopies, the little dachshund found himself thinking about how pretty much boring his day had been.  maybe, when i find the right spot, he thought to himself,  i could poop a foot long. or maybe even a swirly ocho. or if i really really tried, maybe even a pretzel! i could even make it a salted pretzel, for extra challenge points. 

but even the challenge of pooping a level eight poop shape did little to assuage the general air of stay at home malaise that fogged his little world. until that is, the little dachshund spied the biggest backyard surprise he had never expected to spy.  his wolfy instincts started to tingle with instinctual glee.  

   

“mister rabbit, we have not met before, so i feel it is important for you to understand that i possess a very particular set of skills. and because i am so ferocious, and mostly because i am also currently tethered to my very slow running mother, i will give u the opportunity to take a three second head start in the direction of your choosing. but after time is up, know that i will find u, i will chase u, and i will chomp u.”