Guinness the Hunter

I told you that Guinness has been chasing the chickens. He may or may not have caught (and killed) three. Or four. I admit nothing. He is now definitely on the leash when we are near chickens.

His new passion is Iguanas. They are about 3′ long, and they sun themselves on a jetty that protects Key west Bight. Here is Guinness, checking them out from the landward side – he’s looking out toward the jetty.

And of course he jumped off the rocks and swam to the jetty. Here he is, wandering the rocks to ferret them out. He was out there almost 40 minutes, totally oblivious to voice commands, totally focused on the hunt.

All good, except that Cyndi, the Dockmaster, tells me that there are three resident Bull Sharks that would eat him like a Hershey’s Kiss. Fortunately, they haven’t been around the last few months.

He finally got tired and swam back.

What a character! He makes life interesting.

We are starting to enjoy the same experience we had in Nantucket. As we walk around the island, people I don’t even remember are saying, “Hi Guinness!”. He makes friends wherever he goes.