The Day Belle Met a Squirrel

It was the kind of morning that felt full of possibility.

Then came the rustle. Belle froze mid-sniff, one paw raised, the picture of concentration.

The squirrel looked at Belle. Belle looked at the squirrel. They regarded each other for what felt like a very important moment in dog history.

And then the squirrel went one way and Belle went the other, and both of them felt like they had won.