Monday, June 07, 2010
Sweet golden boy
This morning when I let Wrigs out he was outside for a long time, which is unusual. I called for him to come in and no response. I put on my boots and headed down the steps to the yard and was starting to panic when I didn't see him. Then I walked to the side of the house and saw him laying on the ground licking something. He saw me, and looked up for a second and then gently went back to licking the ground. When I got closer I realized he was licking the back of a dead baby bird ever so gently. I had to pull him by the collar to get him away because he didn't want to leave the bird. He is the most loving, sensitive dog I've ever known (next to Newman). I thought to myself, "What did I do to deserve him? He is such a blessing." and then the next thought??? CHUMLEY. Wrigley is the balance to the little universe inside our home. The ying to the yang, the light in the darkness, the angel to the demon. So I guess we know what that makes Chum.
If Chum wasn't an indoor cat I would have thought he killed the bird in the first place.
Rest in peace sweet baby bird. One very sweet dog is thinking about you.
Posted by Me at 9:15 AM