Dead Animals

My beloved puppy is so proud of herself.

The last two days my dogs have been just OBSESSED with my backyard snowbank. This snowbank is higher than me so damned if I had any clue why they were so into it.

Today I hear Sadie bark (not as rare as Ruby, but still somewhat unusual) and she pops up with her head wiggling back and forth, jumping happily down the bank with something in her mouth.

A goddamn frozen dead bird. Or part of a dead cat. Or a smashed kitten. Or flattened squirrel. Difficult to tell.

Ruby then tried to remove it from her which resulted in the closest thing I've ever seen to a Dog Fight between them.

Then I hear the baby crying so I go comfort the baby all the while wondering how to get the dogs inside and the dead something OUTSIDE.

I get Ruby to come in because she's just swell that way, then go for Sadie, who is bounding around the courtyard happily, dead thing swinging like a trophy, showing it off to the dogs next door, barking victoriously.

Finally she came and would you believe she dropped that vile thing on the back step instead of bringing it inside?

Good dog.

Meanwhile I need a drink. OMG that was revolting and gross.

Pat called and tells me he has no time to talk but can I take back the movies? I just blurted out "OMGTHEDOGZFOUNDADEADANIMALITWUZSCARY!!"

He was quiet for a moment.

"Well, it's dead, so it's okay, not scary."

Bless his heart.

For that, he can remove it. I have a firm belief men should be in charge of dead animal removal.

PLEASE NOTE I feed my dogs snotty overpriced super expensive meat based diet, regularly, so this was not some starvation trip.

OMG.

BLECH.