Pizzle Huntin'

I had been snackless for almost a week. No pizzle. So I decided to take matters into my own paws. It was time to put on my pizzle hunting outfit (courtesy of Gooberstan) and head out.


I even recruited an accomplice:


Our initial perusal of the lawn did not yield any bull sightings so I decided to try another tactic.

First I dug a hole.


Then I hid in the hole.


Then I set the bait--my sissy grazing on grass. Surely a bull would mistake her for a grazing cattles, right?



And was our mission successful?




Mission accomplished.


I can't tell you how I did it. It did involve some big, sad eyes and a ma ape with weakness for big headed dogs.


Tastes as good as if I'd caught it myself.