Desrae
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Whilst rooting around in the back garden today (FINALLY, the place was getting wild) the doggies decided to hang with me and root around too. Both Bobby (8 months old) and Belle (nearly 2 yrs. old) basked in the sunlight, nibbled some grass and chased each other with a few squabbles over a twig or two. Suddenly they both began chasing each other and growling, it caught my attention so I looked up from what I was doing... Bobby had a "creature" of some description in his mouth. EWWWWW! I screamed "eeeeeek!" I didn't know what to do, so I rang my husband who was away for the day (of all times when I needed him for something). He asked if it was still alive, "It sho don't look like it," I said. My husband then proceeded to advise me to get it out of Bobby's mouth. ICK! I DO NOT THINK SO.
I enticed Bob with some treats, but he wasn't about to give up his prize. I lured Belle into the house and left her in the kitchen. Bob wasn't having any banana chips or biccies, he wanted his little critter to play with, ICKY! Finally I gave in, and broke out the big guns-- and offered him a piece of cold chicken. He dropped the critter immediately and devoured the chicken. The little creature was covered in some kind of slime-- I don't know why it was (should I be worried?). Anyway, the poor thing was a little field mouse/vole I had just seen scurrying around the garden the other day. He's definitely a goner now so I said a prayer for him a popped him into a baggie and binned him. Terrible end for such a little cutie.
Needless to say, I am disgusted by my doggies behaviour... don't get me wrong, I know they are dogs and all that jazz, but I really believed that MY dogs were angels and wouldn't mess with things like that. I honestly don't even want a kiss from them right now, all I can see is that dead vole, ugh. I must renew my faith in them... (sigh) this is gonna take a while.
Do any of you have stories like this and how did you react?
I enticed Bob with some treats, but he wasn't about to give up his prize. I lured Belle into the house and left her in the kitchen. Bob wasn't having any banana chips or biccies, he wanted his little critter to play with, ICKY! Finally I gave in, and broke out the big guns-- and offered him a piece of cold chicken. He dropped the critter immediately and devoured the chicken. The little creature was covered in some kind of slime-- I don't know why it was (should I be worried?). Anyway, the poor thing was a little field mouse/vole I had just seen scurrying around the garden the other day. He's definitely a goner now so I said a prayer for him a popped him into a baggie and binned him. Terrible end for such a little cutie.
Needless to say, I am disgusted by my doggies behaviour... don't get me wrong, I know they are dogs and all that jazz, but I really believed that MY dogs were angels and wouldn't mess with things like that. I honestly don't even want a kiss from them right now, all I can see is that dead vole, ugh. I must renew my faith in them... (sigh) this is gonna take a while.
Do any of you have stories like this and how did you react?