Guest anonymous Posted November 23, 2008 Report Share Posted November 23, 2008 He looks at me and I look down at him, a word neither spoken nor needed. An understanding which is older than our 9 years together; as instinctive now as it was when man and dog bonded as hunters at the beginning of time. I could feel the tension through the slip lead; his breathing heavy as his anticipation of the chase grows stronger. As the light searches the surroundings all is silent, even his breath is held as we search for that tell tale sign. There, just behind a clump of grass was the unmistakable glint of an eye. With the lamp held fast, and without a single command, the lead is slipped and he gradually works down the beam to his quarry. Nearer and nearer he seeks his prey as it sits tight watching its enemy getting closer and closer. With an explosion of speed it’s off; heading for the forest, heading for sanctuary. All its senses in overdrive listening to the sounds of its foe gaining on him; waiting for the right time to make a turn knowing in a straight line he doesn’t stand a chance. With a quick kick he bends, forcing his killer to change direction, allowing him to gain vital yards even though he is heading in the wrong direction. In an instant the gap’s closed; another bend allows for more precious yards, his heart pounding as his destination grows closer. Every sense focused on escaping his challenger, every step a personal triumph. Adrenalin pumping life through strained muscles, not an ounce of pain as it flows through his agile body. In full flow now it feels like he is floating in air, all four feet off the ground. Involuntary he heads towards the beam, closer and closer, hearing the final words, good lad. Quote Link to post
Guest anonymous Posted November 23, 2008 Report Share Posted November 23, 2008 He looks at me and I look down at him, a word neither spoken nor needed. An understanding which is older than our 9 years together; as instinctive now as it was when man and dog bonded as hunters at the beginning of time. I could feel the tension through the slip lead; his breathing heavy as his anticipation of the chase grows stronger. As the light searches the surroundings all is silent, even his breath is held as we search for that tell tale sign. There, just behind a clump of grass was the unmistakable glint of an eye. With the lamp held fast, and without a single command, the lead is slipped and he gradually works down the beam to his quarry. Nearer and nearer he seeks his prey as it sits tight watching its enemy getting closer and closer. With an explosion of speed it’s off; heading for the forest, heading for sanctuary. All its senses in overdrive listening to the sounds of its foe gaining on him; waiting for the right time to make a turn knowing in a straight line he doesn’t stand a chance. With a quick kick he bends, forcing his killer to change direction, allowing him to gain vital yards even though he is heading in the wrong direction. In an instant the gap’s closed; another bend allows for more precious yards, his heart pounding as his destination grows closer. Every sense focused on escaping his challenger, every step a personal triumph. Adrenalin pumping life through strained muscles, not an ounce of pain as it flows through his agile body. In full flow now it feels like he is floating in air, all four feet off the ground. Involuntary he heads towards the beam, closer and closer, hearing the final words, good lad. Hey Sighthound, what you think of my little story Quote Link to post
jolong 1 Posted November 23, 2008 Report Share Posted November 23, 2008 thats good that fair play Quote Link to post
Guest anonymous Posted November 23, 2008 Report Share Posted November 23, 2008 thats good that fair play Cheers mate Quote Link to post
Guest anonymous Posted December 21, 2008 Report Share Posted December 21, 2008 How's this story undisputed lol........ written just for you.... Quote Link to post
trader 0 Posted December 21, 2008 Report Share Posted December 21, 2008 He looks at me and I look down at him, a word neither spoken nor needed. An understanding which is older than our 9 years together; as instinctive now as it was when man and dog bonded as hunters at the beginning of time. I could feel the tension through the slip lead; his breathing heavy as his anticipation of the chase grows stronger. As the light searches the surroundings all is silent, even his breath is held as we search for that tell tale sign. There, just behind a clump of grass was the unmistakable glint of an eye. With the lamp held fast, and without a single command, the lead is slipped and he gradually works down the beam to his quarry. Nearer and nearer he seeks his prey as it sits tight watching its enemy getting closer and closer. With an explosion of speed it’s off; heading for the forest, heading for sanctuary. All its senses in overdrive listening to the sounds of its foe gaining on him; waiting for the right time to make a turn knowing in a straight line he doesn’t stand a chance. With a quick kick he bends, forcing his killer to change direction, allowing him to gain vital yards even though he is heading in the wrong direction. In an instant the gap’s closed; another bend allows for more precious yards, his heart pounding as his destination grows closer. Every sense focused on escaping his challenger, every step a personal triumph. Adrenalin pumping life through strained muscles, not an ounce of pain as it flows through his agile body. In full flow now it feels like he is floating in air, all four feet off the ground. Involuntary he heads towards the beam, closer and closer, hearing the final words, good lad. a young plummer in the making Quote Link to post
lofti 579 Posted December 21, 2008 Report Share Posted December 21, 2008 nice , liked that Quote Link to post
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