Lost Creek Hollow Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?

All was going well, until the big guy started talking again. Nunataq stopped her sly attempt to thin the guys tail, let her jaws click shut and looked at him with an innocent smile and a wagging tail. All is great on this side of fence. No need to bother. And waited for him to resume the search.

But he seemed to be expecting something from her. Hmmmm.... she searched for something to hook her attention on and found it. Not a squirrel,  not a rabbit. Not even a fox. Something better. A neat pile of quite esthetic looking turd, quite fresh too, passed only this morning, from what she could tell.

Nunataq moved over and after some initial inquisitive sniff, sat down next to her finding and regarded the guy with a bit of smugness in her eyes. And what have you got?