The story begins with my cat. She is quite the hunter. We can count on her to surprise us with little "gifts" several times each week. Up until now, she has been content with mice and moles. After watching countless hours of the Olympic Trials over the weekend, she became inspired to up the ante. Or should I say bounty?We awoke Sunday morning to discover the carnage. There were two rather large balls of fur just a foot or two from the porch. Upon closer inspection, we discoverd that she had brought us a squirrel AND a rabbit. She made the Olympic Hunting team. I'm sure she'll be bringing home the gold. We are so proud.
I chose not to photograph the evidence. Didn't want anyone to lose their breakfast.
Back to my dog. This should have been the first indication that he was becoming uppity. He insists on walking in front of his owners. He and The Surveyor spent some quality time together Saturday evening, and my dog pranced out front the entire time. Never looked back. Acts like he owns the place.
He also feels entitled to a nice soft bed to sleep in every night. He gets a little uptight when I move his bed to vacuum around it. I guess he's afraid I'm not going to put it back in the exact spot he prefers.
When my dog finally got out of bed Sunday morning, he started out with a leisurely breakfast...and a little begging. He finally gathered enough energy to drag himself outside to use the bathroom. Just to humor us.
This dog has been known to eat most anything. He won't eat muskrat or red cabbage, but who will? Sometimes he will bury dead things three or four times before eating them, but they ALWAYS get eaten. He is not wasteful.
Well, as you have probably guessed, he eventually discovered the treasure that his buddy had brought home for his eating enjoyment. I fully expected him to have both of the poor critters eaten in a matter of seconds. Surprise, Surprise...............he turned his nose up at the squirrel and went for the rabbit. I was appalled! All good country dogs LOVE squirrel. MY dog loves HOSSENFEFFER!
The next thing you know, he will be on a hunger strike. Demanding only free-range chicken and organic vegetables. Where will the madness end?
It's a good thing he's so cute.