What a tremendous experience! I'm stoked, elated, thrilled, wagging my tail to bits. It happened out in my garden. My human said, "Molly, go backyard," and of course, being a border collie I did just that. She pointed to the right, and, straight as an arrow, faster than a speeding I bullet, I ran for the fence. More powerful than a locomotive, my mighty jaw snapped, and the gopher was history. I looked up pleased with my prey in my mouth.
My human said, "good job, Molly," and gave me meatballs and the last of the ice cream and a nice marrow bone to chew on, but she threw the best part, the gopher, into the garbage while I was eating a meatball. Humans have no sense of gourmet dining.
Molly signing off.
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