You'll be glad there are no descriptive photos for this Monday Mischief post. I don't think you'll want visuals.
The Talking Dogs were full of mischief on Saturday. They fancied themselves hunters.
Just after dawn, I heard the dog daddy telling Jeffie to "drop it." More than once.
Jeffie had managed to run down a rabbit. He'd brought it to the deck, ostensibly to share with us, but really didn't want to let it go. Third "drop it" and he did. The poor dead bunny was disposed of.
|Does this look like the face of a bunny killer?|
A few hours later, I was letting the dogs in when I realized Rosie had a field mouse in her mouth. This time it was me saying "drop it." She did. Too late for the mouse, which was also disposed of by the dog daddy.
This was after I'd seen Rudy catch a vole and pass it off to Rosie to play with. At our house, there wasn't just poop to pick up in the yard this weekend!
|I think Rosie is thanking Rudy for the vole!|
Saturday afternoon Rosie, who had obviously carried on in hunting mode, managed to get all the way into the house. She dropped her mouse in the kitchen. Do you think she wanted it roasted or something? Anyway, once again the dog daddy was put into service for dead mouse disposal.
|Mama, would you fry up this mousie for me?|
When the FedEx man came by a little later, I couldn't help thinking he was lucky he came to the front door since the dogs were in such a blood thirsty mood!
Ironically, when I was catching up on Facebook, I spied Freighter, who really is a hunting dog, zonked out napping!
Thankfully, none of the dogs wants to eat their kills. They're retrievers. They love to carry them around and/or bring them to the house to share with us!
Rabbits, birds, voles - we're used to. I guess with our cat Skeeter getting up in years, she's decided she's retired and is passing the mouse hunting along to the canines.
It appears Skeeter has trained them well!
Thank you to Snoopy’s Dog Blog, Alfie’s Blog, and My Brown Newfies for hosting Monday Mischief!