Not that easy.
Just make it look so.
I'm pretty magnificent.
Look pretty darn good sitting up here.
What a view! Of myself. That is.
I love those little hover-ers.
What to do now that I am up here?
I don't do anything ever. Really.
Such a silly, silly, dog thought!
I do this ALL THE TIME!
Big, ground creatures.
Too big for pursuit.
Plus, they're protected
[No hunting signs everywhere -- like I'm gonna pay attention to that- bwha.
Besides -- I can't/don't/won't read.]
here in this mountain refuge.
Rules are for dogs.
That porch chair is calling me.
Back paw not feeling anything.
That's it, paparazzi.
Out of my face.