I got in a lot of good sniffs, peemail, and ate some cow patties. Mom had me on my leash while we were out in the pasture but she couldn't keep up. I was a wild man sniffing and zooming. You would have thought I was part bloodhound.
I could smell the Dingos and I knew they had ran through my pasture and most defiantly ate some of my cow patties. I went down to the pond to see if they had left their tracks.
Nope, there were no tracks but I did run across one or two cow patties. Even thought I didn't find one Dingo I had a great time.