Needless to say it was a shock. I had just finished my morning walk with Dianne, when low and behold I open the door to Sully with a dead rat in his mouth. Beatrix Lou and Molly were gathered beside him. Wagging their little furry butts with joy and excitement. Even our 18 year old dachshund shuffled over.
I did what I do best... screamed... Screamed so loud my neighbor (Dianne) came running over.
I was just so freaked out...then sad and finally I was mad. Sully kind of destroyed the yard chasing the poor thing. He broke a very delicate shrub and trampled over a lot of flowers. Plus the rat looked like Remy from Disney Pixar's "Ratatouille".
I made the mistake of calling the husband on his cell phone....
phone rings...the husband answers...
Hubby: "What's up?"
Me (slight hysteria in voice): "Do you know what your boy did?"
Hubby: "Why is he always my boy when apparently he did something bad?"
Me (ignoring that last comment): "He killed a rat and brought in the house. The whole yard is a mess. It was horrible."
Hubby: "OH MY GOD! Are you kidding???....That is AWESOME!!! Did you give him a treat? Did you praise him? What did you do?"
Me....silent
Hubby: "Well? What did you do?"
Me (like he really has to ask) "Well, after I finished screaming, I brushed his teeth."
Hubby (almost a whisper) "Dear Lord...what is wrong with you?...."
Honestly...
LOL! If only you'd taken that picture!
ReplyDeleteI wish I did...I was to busy screaming.
ReplyDeleteI think it's good you brushed his teeth. :)
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