Last week on one of our hikes with Dadd, Jack ate a snake. A dead, half dessicated snake. He ate it. All.of.it…
That was when I became aware that Jack considers any creature alive or dead as worthy of his lunchbox. Flash forward to Sunday evening.
After a full weekend of whippet racing, I’m enjoying a nice relaxing moment in the hot tub at Camp Swiftsure, before I pack up and head for home Monday morning. We have our beer, the adult dogs are hanging out in the acreage, and Jack and Kai are romping in the dog yard where we can keep an eye on them. Jack is finding “treasures”, a stick, a toy to tease Kai with, and they are merrily chasing each other, taking turns being “it”. Excellent hot tub entertainment.
Until.
Jack charges around the kennel building, Kai in hot pursuit, with something odd in his mouth.
“What’s he got?”
“It looks like…”
“No way.”
“It is.”
I vault out of the hot tub and go running to the dog yard gate. By the time I get in, Jack has taken off running with the latest treasure, a dead robin. I chase after him, hoping he’ll stop and I can get to him before he eats it all. I finally catch him in the narrow part of the yard between the fence and the fenced-in part of the vegetable garden. He refuses to share his after-dinner mint bird with me.
At this point, we begin an epic struggle for possession of the corpse. He’s already managed to eat part of it, and its wings are hanging out either side of his mouth. I turn him upside down and hang him over the garden fence to try to get him to drop his prize.
Now, I’m pretty sure from the laughter in the background that the visual of me in my swimsuit, dripping wet, holding the puppy upside down with wings sticking out of his mouth and Kai jumping up trying to get in on the action was probably worthy of YouTube. Thank God there are no video cameras at Camp Swiftsure.
Jack finally dropped the bird in amongst the tomato plants. You have not seen puppy rage until you’ve taken a robin corpse away from Jack the Mighty Scavenger.
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How do I contact CampSwiftsure. I want to contribute to the hidden camera fund.
@Pam – Nope. Nada. There will Never be video of me in a bathing suit, on YouTube, or elsewhere.
“Did you see that? She had on the earrings I wanted.” — Rob Reiner’s mom, from “Forget Paris.” In the scene, Debra Winger (!) has a LIVE seagull stuck in her hair because it got caught in a fly strip, and she’s driving down the freeway in L.A. to get to a vet.
@Lance – Clearly we were separated at birth.
@Pam – with liberal applications of vino and/or excellent dark chocolate, I might be able to assist in the locating of Camp Swiftsure. I too will contribute to the fund!