There's a reason why Baxter wears blaze orange when we go walkies in the evenings or he hunts in the backyard. Without it, tiny chumley practically disappears into the background, making it impossible to track him, save for jingling of his collar tags and occasional barking that our little warrior yelps when he is hot on the trail of his quarry.
This sunny morning the little kielbasa spied a squirrel on the deck, and squealed with such yearning that it was impossible not to heed his call. No time for blaze orange, we both realized, and out the door he went, as naked, almost, as the day he was born.
Yes, he's in this picture, somewhere. Can you find him?