My little fury friends, I look for them all the time, I expect them to put on a hat, grab a cane and do a fred astaire dance. When I was growing up we had a little toy fox terrior. He loved to chase them little critters, which was fine until one day he came down the stairs in a rush turned the conor and ran smack into a Pine Tree. Nope the tree did not move. To our knowledge he only caught one, and it was our neighbors pet. (sort of) the chipmunk lived but not with a tail. Our little dog was just about 17 years old at the time.
