Watch out, Alvin

Stanley has found a new favorite prey: chipmunks. They like to hide in the rocks in the yard, and it drives him crazy -- he digs and yips and snuffles his snoot into the cracks to try to get at them. I'm worried that one of these days he might succeed. He doesn't have much chance with squirrels since they can climb trees, but the chipmunks aren't as fast.

Right now, he's whimpering at the door trying to get out and go back to get them. (His favorite treats, a dingo bone and a greenie bone, are lying abandoned on the floor.) If he could hunt more quietly, we'd let him out, but we're not up for another round of incessant barking.