Yesterday I actually said “e-e-e-k!”

The occasion that resulted in the eek was our dog spitting a dead mouse out at my feet.  I’m used to our cat bringing home dead mice and moles.  She’s a good mouser and I grit my teeth and praise her without any eeks.  When we had our other dogs we lived in town; the most they brought in was mud, sticks, and an occasional piece of litter.

This dog, Thunder, found a dead animal to roll in the first week we had him. Recently he brought the vertebrae of a dead animal to my swing.  After we got that away from him he brought us the jawbone.  You want a good diet?  Dead animal bones are good appetite killers.  

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