I’m a ruff tough brave hunter!

Bring on the tuskers, I could take one down single pawedly. One snap from my awesome, fearsome jaws would have them on the ground.

I can stalk with the best of them, and lie low and wait. I’ve proven myself on the little stuff, now I need a real challenge.

I reckon I should ask Ben. I’ve seen Ben when we’ve dropped Hannah off and I reckon that we would make an awesome team. Those pigs in the gully wouldn’t stand a chance.

So what did I catch? A mouse. No, not my mum Mouse, but a furry, beady eyed rodent (hmmm, that does sound like my mum doesn’t it) that has been hiding behind the refrigerator making a mess.

I sat patiently, on the cold floor in the dark while everyone else was snuggled in front of the fire. I could hear that little mouse scrabbling round. I spied him coming out from under the washing machine so I waited till he was within range then SNAP!

I ran into the lounge to show Sue what I had done and quickly crunched mousey up before the other dogs could get him out of my crocodile like jaws. Sue was impressed with my catching skills, but not with crunching up the mouse in front of her bit.

Now Sue has me hunting for another one. She just saw it run into the hall closet. Here mousey, mousey, mousey.