Booker got wind (with his hound-dog nose) of a rumour about his less than manly behavior during recent fireworks and thunderstorms.
This morning, he hit the dog park with something to prove.
It took less than 5 minutes for him to determine that a raccoon was up a tree. He then opted to spend his park-hour aggressively trying to dismantle the banyan, climb it, or get someone to SHOOT the 'coon.
H-Mom gave up trying to coax him away from the tree. "If that's how he opts to spend his time at the dog park, let him at it," she said.
"At least it's good cardio," a friend observed.
After an hour, he had to be snapped into his prong collar and led away, howling, from the park. His frustration was tangible.
Booker was so wiped out, he couldn't even stand for the car ride home. The photo is blurry because he was panting heavily.
Please, don't infer that Booker is a coward, or less-than-worthy hunting partner.
At least not within earshot ...
