Our two doggie daughters were let out out to play in the snow. I was looking out the window and saw them chasing each other (their favorite activity) all over the back yard. I saw they would kept swapping what I though was a clump of grass. One would drop it and the other would grab it and take off.
When I focused on it, I realized it wasn’t a clump of grass, but a dead field mouse. YUCK! I alerted my husband (with a dignified scream) and he came running downstairs. He spent the next few minutes chasing one of them with a treat. Boots finally dropped the mouse and I happily (while trying not to gag) held on open shopping bag to dispose of it. After a quick call to the vet, to confirm that they would be ok, we have all settled down.
The dogs, of course, keep looking at us, like we just destroyed all the fun they were having. Petunia, wanting to make amends, gave me a sweet and tender look and promptly burped in my face. Yeah, it’s fun having pups in the house.