The mooch likes to take his morning walk in a patch of the wild woods along the river. Here he can be a wolf in the distance. He can stalk the wily butterfly and leave his spoor for other animals to fear. From the distant trail he watches the unwary human...waiting for the right moment to strike. Something of a timid wolf tho, he doesn't like you to be out of sight for too long. It's like he's looking over his shoulder and scolding me to "hurry up old man". Any morning that I'm home, the mooch has this particular routine; go out into the yard early while I check emails, a walk in the woods along the river, a trip in the truck to the 7-11 for a piece of buttered roll, a stop along the boardwalk in Island Heights on the way back home to watch the waterbirds, a cookie when we get home, and then his breakfast. This taken with my t319 cell phone. Even that is pretty amazing for an old fart - taking pictures (even crummy ones) with a cell phone.