i was going to tell you a story about atlas and a squirrel.
but then we were walking along the sidewalk - out on our evening walk - when he starts prancing along on tippy-toes, nose up in the air, sniffing wildly, which means that he smells something wonderful. (wonderful. ha! gross and disgusting is more like it. oh! once he followed a lady all around the dog park doing this very same thing. it was hysterical. do you know what it was? she said that she bought a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store before heading to the park - and took one small bite of it before getting out of her car.)
when he gets like this, he is a dog on a mission. back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. following his nose to find that smell. all of a sudden - before i could realize and stop him - he tried to jump straight up onto a wall that was almost as tall as me (i'm 5 foot 7). (i've watched him jump straight up before - onto walls higher than my waist. it is amazing.) apparently this one was a bit too high. his front feet made it but his back feet fell a little short and he fell backwards.
so what happened next, you ask. i felt so sad that he couldn't get to his wonderful smell and even hurt himself in the process that the next thing i knew, i was digging around in the bushes in the dark to find this smelly thing myself. thankfully, i didn't. (by the way, when i turned to atlas with empty hands and said, "i can't find it", he tried to jump onto the wall again.)
seriously, people. this dog has made me wacky. i didn't use to dig in bushes for smelly things. please come help me.