Another writing by Olivia

The small, wiry, dog slinks across the yard with her flowing, white tipped tail waving in the wind. Her copper colored coat blends with the fall foliage and she sneaks into position to spy on the pesky squirrels. Her expression is serious and her eyes are locked on her target. She moves in closer and closer until one inopportune leaf falls in her path and crunch! The squirrels run for their trees, she tries to recover her position but it’s too late. The squirrels have disappeared from sight for now but their irresistible curiosity will bring them back within reach.