Rocco was outside a few days ago, and when I tried to get him to come back into the house, he would have no part of it. He was much too busy chasing a dragonfly that was circling our pool.
The dragonfly would dart and weave, effortlessly soaring close to Rocco, but not too close.
On the other hand, Rocco was jumping and grunting and whining, twisting into the air like a bungee dog, determined to catch that dragonfly.
Beauty and the Beast.
And in the end:
Dragonfly 1
Rocco 0
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