I love my dogs more than life itself. They’ve been there for me though a lot, and they are my one source of unconditional love since the death of my mother 23 years ago. They’re always happy to see me, don’t expect me to cook, and they never hog the remote control. Who could ask for more?
But I have to say that their taste in presents is questionable. One time they brought me a half a snake. Since it wasn’t the “business end”, this was cause for more than a little concern, but I never did find the other half. They also have a fascination with cockroaches that for some reason they think I share, and we definitely do not have the same taste in cologne. I’d much prefer Axe for men to Eau de Cat Sh**.
One time one of them left a dead rat under my pillow, and I slept on it all night long without realizing. Ugh! They were really confused that I wasn’t completely delighted upon discovering it in the morning. Nor was I delighted with the bird skeleton that one of them vomited on my carpet.
Another time I caught one of them eating the poop just as it came out of the other one. I wonder how often that has happened before they’ve come inside and given me a big kiss? And who in their right mind wants to roll on top of dead animals? They definitely have a different sense of personal hygiene.
Today’s present was what I thought was a dead leaf. Harmless enough. Until I picked it up and discovered it was a desiccated lizard.
Thanks, guys.
The View from a Drawbridge 
And this one is not available when you click on it!
That’s because I accidentally posted it for today when I meant it for this coming week, so I pulled it down. Stay tuned. 🙂
Thank you from the animal lover in all of us. Sparky used to bring a rock on the porch every day that my Husband was out of town, she also tried to move boulders three times her size. Always good for a laugh. Roxie buries everything, She wears a constant mask of dirt. Tiffy used to bring in dead bats… how, where, why? There have been four forever dogs, two that moved in until their owners found them, and several cats in our 37 years together. Most have lived 15-19 yrs. And were dearly loved. Just Roxie now, and she is so loved, and will be til the end of her time with us.
I’d be lost without my dogs. And while they may have a unique point of view on what’s valuable to collect, perhaps that’s just another way they teach us about what matters in life. I’ve got to say, though, the bat thing would have me wondering if my dog were running with the wrong crowd. 🙂
I have sorties like this… I need to remember to post them… good one…
Why thank you, sir. 🙂
HA… I said sorties instead of stories…
Yeah, I was kind of wondering about that.
I was a world war two fighter pilot…
Wow, you’ve aged well.
yes… I have…