Saturday, March 10, 2007

Behold the mighty hunters

Ginger brought us our third "gift" today. Today's offering was a dead chipmunk, and intact enough for us to get the sinking feeling that she may actually be hunting and killing these things and not just scavenging.

We took the dogs to the park in order to blow off some steam before our 90% chance of rain rolled in this morning. First Fred chased up some deer, then a little further down the path, they both chased up 3 or 4 of them. Fred eventually clawed his way back to us and flopped down in the middle of the path. Which we know from past experience means any more movement and the puking commences. So we let him lie (lay? hello, any sons of English teachers out there?) while we tracked down Ginger. And that got scary when what seems like forever passed and she still hadn't returned. So a quick search of the area commenced. I ran into a family who thought they saw a fox chasing deer, and I knew I was in the right vicinity. And eventually she came back, tongue to her knees, but still strong enough to pull me back to the car. I've got the last laugh though, both are passed out in the living room now, and they aren't barking at scary things like the wind blowing, the dog down the street barking, the people in the next duplex barking, or the imaginary barkings in their heads.

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