Hunter

Pippin loves to be outside. When we are. Where we are. Going out to hang up some washing? Don't forget your furry shadow. Need to chop some wood? Watch out for the orange blur shooting past the axe. Feel life taking a photo of the pretty afternoon light? Just wait, and he'll turn up. Chuck a stick and he'll hunt it through the sunshine and then pause to wait for it to move again. He's a born hunter he is.