The Wrath of Grapes

Dear JJ,

My pack lady has been telling me all about your rabbit hunting adventures. I hear about your poise, your stealth, your chase speed, but never do I hear about your catch. Up here we time our hunting practices to the rhythm of the seasons and right now it's grape time.

As you may know I have a vineyard in my territory. Here it is and it's mine, all mine - well, except for my pack and the occasional guest dog who comes to share.

By the way, the red Sumac bushes on the right extend about 100 m and sometimes there are creatures I can stalk in them, like tennis balls and stuff that got lost.

Here's me surveying my domaine. There's more to my territory, but I like to survey everything I can in sections.
I like to run and play among the vines.

But the best thing of all is eating the grapes that are left. Here's Ecco and me stuffling up some grapes. We actually have figured out that if you stick your nose down the milk carton thingie that there are grapes to eat and we both go from vine to vine searching for grapes.

My appetite for grapes led to a bit of a problem for me tummy-wise a couple of days ago. My pack lady said it was the Wrath of Grapes when I got a sore tummy, but I'm not so sure. At least I haven't let it stop me from my searches. I've heard that next year when the vineyard is "in production" Ecco and I will have to walk on leashes when the grapes are ripe enough to eat. I ask you, do I look like I need a leash? At least not when I'm in my vineyard where there's an 8' high fence to keep me in and the deer out. Still my pack lady says that these grapes are not for eating, but for drinking. Is she crazy or what? How do you drink a grape? Sometimes people are just so strange.

Yours
Miss Diva!