The great Grey Hunter

Weimaraners are hunters, but being a cityfied dog, he'd never figured out what to do with all of that instinct. Until yesterday. He spotted his prey as soon as he left the porch. He slowly raised one paw, his body quivering from nose to tail with excitement. Step, by painfully slow step, he stalked his prey.

He watched patiently, getting as close as he dared, before BAM! He pounced! One swift bite and his prey was dead. Proudly he trotted back to his master and dropped his gift at his feet.

The poor butterfly never stood a chance.