What's Good For the Goose...

Is Good for ME!

This morning I almost had a little paté for breakfast.

Mom and I were on our walk, rounding around the Lake, when I paused to relax in the grass. Mom was facing me, looking towards the road and got a really funny look on her face.

Behind me, a double pair of geese were cresting the hill as they waddled down to the water.

Little did they know they were in direct line to pass by me and a friendly little cocker spaniel. I heard the qwavak, qwavak sounds behind me, I started drooling and thought I should extend a friendly welcome.

I sprung up, immediately going into my very welcoming pointing stance, and stood very very still. Meanwhile, the cocker rushed in (how dare she be the first to greet these cute and shy creatures!) and began chasing them of all things.

At this point, mom thought for sure they would fly away, but it appears their wings had been clipped as they could barely get off the ground. I stalked one to the edge of the lake, but the poor goose's plan almost got him cooked. He was so frantic that he didn't see the wire fenced in front of him and actually tried to go through the fence. Silly goose!

Mom called me back and the poor little guy stumbled around the end of the fence and into the safe haven of the water. I was simply trying to say good morning and give him a kiss...

One down... three to go.