I will make this quick because I don’t remember the entire story in detail.
At the time, I was a puppy around four months old. At this age, you act more than you think. (recommended story: Chasing sheep)
We went for a trip to a place called “Petrinska Watchtower”, which offers nice views of Prague Castle and Prague overall.
There is a lot of nature out there, so I was released from the dog-lead for a while.
Freedom.
Many birds flying around…
1:33 p.m.
Suddenly, I noticed many birds around. I like them, of course. #NoHate.
Guess what I did? Choose from the two options below:
A: Marked these birds as potential targets. I’m kidding, I marked them as toys.
B: Imagined what it would be like to fly like a bird.
C’mon, I’m a dog. I picked the first option!
Suddenly some of them got closer to me. I jumped to one of them and challenged him to play.
Big bird in front of my face

1:46 p.m.
But he just stared at me.
My senses and dog instincts had been activated.
Remember those two options above? I chose them both now.
I rushed out of where I was hiding. I was hunting that bird now or … was it just a game?
Final Bounce…

No, I was chasing him; I wanted to catch him so badly. The final bounce was ahead … JUMP!
… And I was flying. I’m not kidding; I accidentally jumped from a 10-meter-high rock. What a feeling.
The landing that followed was not so pleasant, but I survived. There were lots of leaves where I landed, which helped. Or was it a dog god? I can’t say.
I was okay. I didn’t have any traumas and I’m still not afraid of heights today.
Maybe that’s because I was so young and light as a feather … Yeah, I probably weighed around 5 kilos. I was light, wasn’t I?

Are you wondering what happened to that bird?
I don’t know. I was just trying to find a way to climb that rock and pretend that nothing happened. I won’t chase birds anymore.
Future me edit: #UNTRUE