I thought a walk in the woods with my dog was SUCH a good idea...until she found the dead squirrel. (I'm still not talking to my dog.) As it happened, she lagged behind, presumably wrestling some tree or another. I kept walking. Once she fell in step with me again, I noticed the bloody grey squirrel balanced in her mouth. Every time I tried to grab her, she lunged out of reach. Keep-away. I knew she would win her favorite game. I was disgusted - yelling, pleading, and intermittently hoping she'd remember her manners. Finally, she stopped being soft with her Labrador Retriever mouth, and I heard her start to crunch that poor dead creature's bones. By the time she caught up with me at the car, her mouth was empty.
I just got off the phone with the vet. I can't say that I was really worried about the health of my dog, but I do think I wanted to assuage my guilt. I didn't try very hard to get that squirrel. It was too gross. I didn't want to touch it. Of course, Ella is locked in the mudroom now. Her stomach is rumbling already, and her backend stinks.
