You can find the most unexpected things while out on a walk with the dog.
I’ve always loved JCB (what all the cool people are calling it) but I never suspected it could turn a perfect little dog into the epitome of evil.
It can take those you love and make them do unspeakable things.
Some of you wanted gross-out pictures from the inside of my head so here you go.
First is the required non-squeamishy picture, not of my dog this time but rather a picture of a tasty sangria that I can’t have right now. Not that I would anyway since it’s 3am when I’m writing this but if it were 3pm I still couldn’t have one with the meds I’m on.
Go on, just look at that frosty glass and tasty, tasty liquid. You know you want one.
Excellent. Now that you’re all soothed, here come the crime-scene photos.
First the ubiquitous picture of a handsome dog to save the squeamish among you, though there really isn’t anything squeamishing in this post unless you count the picture of me later on down. I just needed an excuse to include a picture of my running buddy.
Puppy dog comes in from the rain, puppy dog rubs his face all over the floor.
Saw the cutest thing this morning while walking Chip.
A half dozen houses up from where we were this black and white long-haired dog (sorry, don’t know what breed) bounds out of a house, runs down to the end of the walk, grabs a newspaper in his mouth, turns a 180 on a dime and runs back inside the house.
Very smartly done and clearly the dog enjoyed doing that task for his human.
The dog days of summer are in overdrive here in North Texas, in the hottest, driest, most miserable summer since 1980. What could possibly motivate two black Mini Schnauzers to stay outside for more than 30 seconds? Prey!
What is this? A mysterious scratching, scrabbling sound in the downspout? (Get out of the way! I want to sniff it!) What could have crawled in there?
Time for the human to extract the mysterious critter.
Ooo, it’s a bunny rabbit, and not a baby but a full grown rabbit. Now for the final chase! (…after the human, er, points out the prey and said prey makes the mistake of moving.)
That’s right, doggies, you chased the bunny out of your yard, so it can no longer leave "bunny bearings" or tufts of fur or those glorious smells… Wait! Come back!