PUPPY PRIDE: MY FIRST KILL….SORT OF…NOT REALLY
West Highland Terriers are hunters. We aren’t dentists from Wichita that lay peanut butter traps for lions in Africa and blast them hiding behind blinds, take a photograph of their kill and idiotically declare their “Great White Hunter” status. To those hunters I say “Bunga Schmunga.
We ferret out and hunt foxes…well er…farm rats too. We chase, dig, jump and catch quarry in our mouth and shake their body to break their neck for a humane kill. And you thought Westies were cute poofballs skilled only at cuddling and inveigling human food or symbols on toilet paper and cheap dog food made in China!
I was out in the backyard this morning and Bob saw me munching on some object with greater relish than usual. Being cautious he jumped into action and removed the object from my mouth and my very sharp puppy teeth. “Oh my goodness” was what I heard. “A decomposed mouse! You can see his long tail!”
A mouse is a mouse decomposed or not! Welcome to Westiehood! I am as proud as can be!
Well half and hour later AJ, Bob and Fay’s son, passed judgement on the mouse. It was a dried flower with a long stem. Bob’s original pronouncement was made without his spectacles.
My ego is DEFLATED!
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