It was cooler today and Bud spent the afternoon just outside my studio door.
For some reason, he gave up obsessing on the old stone foundation of my studio, where he caught a chipmunk last week and has moved to staring in the direction of the chicken coop.
It seems a little crazy because he’ll never be able to get what he’s obsessing on since it’s on the other side of the fence.
But I get being obsessed. It happens all the time between me and my work. And since Boston Terriers were bred to hunt rats, It’s Buds work too.