Experiments in Life

I live with a killer…dog that is

The infamous Dante has struck again, only this time, it was not a bird he killed. Apparently he’s decided that birds were no longer a challenge. What he wants is some excitement, more chase. So what did I find waiting for me when I went to let the dogs in so I could leave for work… squirrel surprise! And what a surprise it was! I called them in and Dante picked up what I first thought was a rather large stick. Then it dawned on me, sticks aren’t fuzzy! (Hey, it was before my morning coffee!) When I realized what he had done I was so disgusted. My baby had managed to kill a poor defenseless squirrel. Oh the shame!

Of course Dante wanted to bring in the squirrel, possibly for his late-morning snack. And of course I would have none of that! So, I tried to use some of that obediance training that we paid lots of good money for. I gave him the “Leave it” command. And he would drop it, which is good, but he ignored the rest of the command. He is supposed to leave whatever it is and come. He didn’t want to come. So, he’d pick up the squirrel and I would yell “Leave it” and he would drop it and then I would tell him to come and he’d pick it back up, repeat cycle oh about a dozen times. Finally I resorted to bribery. Come get this tasty little dog treat in exchange for the dead squirrel outside. Good thing Dante isn’t too bright. Otherwise I’d probably still be out there trying to get him to come in

So, he came in, but dropped the squirrel right outside the door on the patio. Once I had him inside I locked the door. Unfortunately you can see the squirrel from the window. So Dante would look at the squirrel, look at me, then look back at the squirrel and scratch to go out. He gave me the most pitiful look. He acted like I had just taken away his only and favorite toy, which might be true at this point. I told him to suck it up and that he would just have to look at it through the window all day. Afterall, I did tell him to leave it out in the yard, not bring it to the door. So it’s really his own fault

Man, if this is what it’s like to have a kid, we may be in trouble I guess it’s too late now though. Hopefully my kid won’t kill and eat birds or squirrels, because if he does, we’re in much bigger trouble

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