CSI RAMONA
More goofy misadventures from the homefront.
OK. Last night we had “choir practice” (read: happy hour) I am out pretty late, come home and let the dogs in. It is very very dark out there but I can see the german shepard has something in his mouth. I smell a smell I know well…death. Many of you don’t know but I am a proud graduate of the Body Farm Forensic Anthropology/Human Remains Recovery Course. Seen some gnarly (and SMELLED) some gnarly stuff.
He wants in the house pretty bad but I can’t see what he has and there is no way he is getting in there. He makes a run around me but I manage to make it to the door first. I look out the blinds and EW! Dead squirrel. He is gnoshing on the squirrel like it is a scooby snack. Now, when my LAB gets a critter, it is more like he is playing with it but the german shepard, um…NO. He is most definitely SNACKING on it. CRAP! So I get a shovel so I can scoop the thing up, go outside using ANOTHER door so he can’t slip that nasty thing into my house and proceed to chase him around the yard. Finally, feed him a bowl of food which finally gets him to release poor Chip (or was it Dale? or wait…were they chipmunks?) I digress…
I scoop up the thing, see eyeballs, guts…well, it wasn’t good, run and fling it over my fence into the brush and finally get to bed. Yeah…um…husband back…husband back…husband back…that would be greeeeeat.
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Another fun day.
