My sniffer is always on the ground and what I find is sometimes within Mom’s acceptance level and sometimes not. Barn Hunt has been around a while, but we’ve not had the opportunity to try it. So, when it arose, I jumped on it!
Um…that would be the opportunity, not the rat….
What was this all about? Well, we sniffed a rat
It’s there! I smell it!
Then we sniffed a tube that either had a rat, stinky rat smells or nothing. That was easy, let me tell you.
We moved to the actual ‘Hunt’. This is what it looks like
Looks like a bunch of hay to me.
Little did I know!
So what do I have to do?
Well, the rules are:
You have to go through a hay bale tunnel, jump on top of a hay bale and find the rat. All in 2 minutes. And, when you find the rat, the ‘rat keeper’ takes away the tube and….it’s gone. WHHHAAAATTT??
When my turn came, I found the rat. Right off the bat. And it was gone! I tried to see if there were more, but Mom kept saying ‘tunnel’. I jumped on those hay bales, sniffing and sniffing. Time was running out. Tunnel. Tunnel. There has to be another rat–I just know it. Tunnel. Tunnel.
OK, fine. If it makes you happy. I went through the stupid tunnel and still made it through the course in less than 2 minutes. I would have been happy to have sniffed another rat…
The (mis)Adventures of Sage 