You know chipmunks, those little, fast, nasty, chewing rodents. Something like a squirrel but smaller and sneakier.

The "Gorge" was loaded with them and I was on full alert. We had just started our hike and Tom and Mary were busy watching where they stepped because of all of the rocks and tree roots in the path, when right there, next to me, popped up a chipmunk.

I nabbed, Tom grabbed, I dropped, and Mary squeaked.

Mary was upset with me and kept telling me I was a HERDING dog, not a Hunting dog. Tom kept telling her it was already in bad shape before I snapped it up. And I’m not talking – literally.

The rest of the hike was a lot of fun with bridges, big rocks, waterfalls, and steep ravines. All and all a perfect day.