On my way past the sliding glass door to the backyard, I quickly glance out to see if the dogs were outside. That's when I see Rosco nosing something furry on the ground.
"Noooo!" I yell through the glass. As if the dogs could hear me through the think pane.
I open the sliding glass door and start to run out, when I realize that I'm still wearing my slippers. I throw on Scott's oversized house shoes instead and run out in the yard, all the while telling Rosco to beat it-- find another dead animal to play with.
As I get closer, I realize that it's an opossum. Rosco has killed ANOTHER one. Thank goodness that I just renewed his vaccinations, including rabies.
To recap this last year:
Rosco: 4
Opossums: 0
And then I remembered the flea I found on Rosco the other night, and it made my skin begin to crawl. At the time, the flea I found surprised me because the dogs are on flea medication... So, the question remains: did the it come off the possum? Yuck.
The life of a dog-owner: bitter-sweet. They can be disgusting. But then, there is also a pride you feel when they are protective of their household. How did I feel about my dog this morning? Well, I'm physically still a little wet from giving him a bath. And also a bit grossed out...
My pride in Rosco will probably return when Scott can clean up the dead intruder out of the backyard.
1 comment:
Reminds me of a joke....
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To prove to the possom that it can really be done!
Eventually the word will get out in the possom world, don't mess with Roscoe!
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