Ah, another Monday. More mischief.
First, I almost made myself hoarse this weekend yelling for Lightning to stop scavenging in the yard. You can imagine what he was scavenging....it wasn't dog treats, hickory nuts, sticks....nothing nearly so not stinky. I'm not even going to honor that bit of mischief with a picture. He knew he was wrong. He would sneak a peak at the door (I was watching through a window instead) and then go for it. Gross.
Then, I kept seeing Thumper going to the same spot in the yard and sniffing. Then he would sit down by it and guard it. I ignored him for awhile because the ground just looked flat. Eventually curiosity got the better of me, and I investigated. Right about that time he decided to grab his treasure and make a run for the open door. I yelled, "THUMPER! DROP IT!" And he did. It was a dead mouse. At first I thought it was a frog, but frogs don't have long skinny tails. EWWWW!!!!! This dog is lethal, as long as he's hunting tiny yard creatures (or not so tiny yard creatures....as he showed us with last summer's mole murder). Anyway, true to form for the weekend, I screamed and the hubby ran to my rescue.
This morning Hubby informs me that Thumper wants to be the Verminator for Halloween. Apparently he and Thump have a special relationship and "talk". Lol.
Happy Monday, everyone. I'm not yelling today. Whew. Back to my desk and away from the naughty pups.