Morning walk. One mile in.
Herc initiates pibble stalk mode. He gets low and slow. A crouch. A crawl. A snaking, stealthy creep.
<cue subtle but dramatic music, intensity rising>
This is the only time I see him as how I imagine others (the ones who cross the road to avoid us) see him. Intense. Like he is going to hunt you down and maul you. Dun dun dun.
It makes me giggle -- I can't help it! I absolutely egg him on (in a low voice so as not to ruin the ambiance): "What do you see?! Gonna bite someone?! Gonna hunt 'em down?! Get 'em!"
Kristen enters alert prairie dog mode. Scanning. Scanning. Is there a wheelchair coming at us?! (the beasts do not trust wheelchairs or strollers) A homeless person?! (nope, they don't trust those either) A herd of kittehs bathing in the sun?! (oh they definitely *like* those! omnomnomnom)
Nothing but a farm with horses ahead on the OTHER side of the road. <eyeroll> Boooring. Slow your roll, bro. Save it for something more exciting. And just as quickly as he went into pibble stealth mode, he is out of it. He looks up, mouth grinning, tongue hanging out. Sup mom?!