Hot on the trail

I was enjoying a pleasant walk along a quiet track with one of my bipeds when I picked up a fresh scent that interested me. I put my nose down and moved forward as quickly as I could, doing my best impression of a Bloodhound. My biped didn’t seem to want to move as quickly as I did. Each time I tried to go a bit faster she told me to stop pulling. I paused and slowed each time so that she wouldn’t stop and refuse to move and then I put my nose back on the trail.

Once I almost lost it, as there was a large puddle that was as wide as the track. I zigzagged back and forth across the track on the other side sniffing really hard, until I found it again. My biped laughed and said I was snorting like a pig! I ignored her, she obviously has no idea how to examine a smell – it’s important to exhale thoroughly before inhaling a brand new batch of air. I suppose this does sound a little like snorting, but at least I don’t spit like wine tasters do!

I continued along the track with my nose down for quite a distance. We turned a corner and there were less trees. I heard my biped say, “Oh, that’s what’s so interesting!”

I didn’t bother to check what it was that she found interesting. I heard her tell me that sometimes it’s easier to look, but I didn’t look up – this scent trail was important and I wanted to follow it as quickly as possible so that I could catch up with the source of the scent. My biped told me to stop pulling a few more times and then I heard her say hello to someone, but I didn’t take much notice as I knew I was getting close and I didn’t want to lose the scent.

Then I heard another biped say, “What are you tracking, Clowie?”

I kept my nose down – I knew I was getting really close and I didn’t want to be distracted. Then I heard my friend Sandy greet me with a friendly, “Woof, woof!”

This time I looked up – it was his trail I’d been following! He was only a few yards away and he was watching me and wagging his tail. I’d been hoping to surprise him, but it didn’t matter. We sniffed each other and then we strolled back to the village together. Our bipeds were chatting away to each other about nothing of any importance, while Sandy and I discussed the finer points of following a trail efficiently.

The bipeds seem to think it’s funny when dogs are sniffing away and not seeing what’s almost under their noses. I think that’s rather ironic, a case of the pot calling the kettle black, when bipeds usually search for something using their eyes and don’t smell what’s right under their noses!

See you next Wednesday!