Most of my days begin early in the morning with a cup of something hot and a stroll out to the garden to see what's popped up during the night . . . or to see what's been eaten by the critters during the night.
This is what I encountered on my way to the garden . . .
"Ginger, do you know anything about this carnage on the driveway ?
"Lola, did you happen to witness what happened ?"
June Bug seems to be saying, "WHAT BIRD?"
There is good news and bad news associated with this post.
The bad news is . . . the bird didn't make it.
The good news is . . . the dogs did not bring the bird into the house to pluck it, skin it, and devour it.
On three different occasions, (that we know of) our Boxers have brought their prey inside the house to consume it.
Memory #1:
Early one morning, about 4:00 a.m. early, Bubba was lying on the floor by the bed. He was lick lick licking incessantly. I reached down and tapped him on top of the head. He stopped. For about two seconds. The lick lick licking ensued. Once again, I reached down to tap him on the head, but this time my fingers found a cold, sticky, gummy substance. At 4 o'clock in the morning, the brain just doesn't process information too quickly. My first thought was I was touching Bubba's nose. My second thought was, "This isn't Bubba's nose."
As my inquisitive fingers explored this clammy, gooey mass, they then discovered something round and fuzzy.
My brain finally kicked in and alerted me that I might be touching a dead animal.
Because it was 'can't-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face' dark, I reached for the lamp switch.
My brain was correct.
Bubba was savoring the bottom half of a bunny rabbit.
Memory #2:
Early one morning, before sunrise, I stumbled downstairs with bare feet.
Both of my nekkid feet encountered something cold, stringy, and sticky. They stopped dead in their tracks.
Because it was dark, and the rug I was standing one was patterned, it was difficult to discern just exactly what I was wading in.
Upon closer examination, theHansMan determined it was the innards of some animal, possibly the viscera of a rabbit.
Being the 'scientist' 'biologist' curious man that he is, he found the stomach and cut it open with his handy dandy Swiss Army knife.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear ?
A bird.
Unless we have carnivorous rabbits here in Colorado, it was apparent our Boxers had ridded the neighborhood of some type of cat.
(Just earlier that month, they had ridded the neighborhood of a coyote.)
Memory #3
theHansMan and I were on our way home from the airport when we received a call from the dogsitter, Cullen.
He said, "There's good news and there's bad news."
We asked him to give us the good news first.
"Junior and Bubba didn't get sprayed by the skunk they killed."
What's the bad news ?
"They dragged it through the doggy door, through garage, down the hall, into the living room, through the entry, up the stairs, across the balcony, into the guest bedroom, and it's quietly resting between them on top of the futon."
The house was deep cleaned, fumigated, and new carpet was installed immediately.
