If Bela is anything, she's a hunter. After adopting her, it took many outings before I realized that what I coined 'going out for a walk', she saw as a hunting expedition. She hunts an average of 4 times per day. She likely sees this as inadequate. The fact that she happens to urinate, etc., while out there hunting is a killing of two birds with one stone.
Speaking of birds....
Yesterday, on our 'walk' to the park (wherein we then simulate hunting for roughly an hour, with a tennis ball), Bela spotted a little brown bird on the sidewalk. Before I even fully took the bird in with my eyes, Bela had taken it in her very own mouth. "Drop it, Bela!", I screamed! -- and -- to my surprise, she did. Just like that. Just set the bird right back on the sidewalk, no harm done. She had picked him up in a gentle way, so as to investigate the mouthfeel before crushing his tiny bones. But then Momma said no and so he had to go. She didn't even look back at him as we walked away.
This exemplifies the occasional guidance/leadership I have over her. This power-like thing all but disappears when she is tempted by a squirrel...or...hell...any one of these witnessed things:
Brown paper bag with empty 40 inside
Cat
Toy Plane
Lightning Bug
Rats
Geese
Dog [with non-traditional dog stance/body shape]
Ants
Plastic Bags
This huntress means business. If there is possiblity of a meal - or a thrill - she's on its trail.
Though I am constantly adjusting her harness (for she can easily pull off her collar, when needed), pulling on her leash and begging her to "leave it"...the truth is I am enthralled and enamored with her hunting. She is an animal. A beautiful, strong animal with the desire to survive. And while I can't exactly let her eat every bag, squirrel, cat and rat out there on the streets, part of me wishes I could.
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