After Francie pants posted yesterday about nearly getting a bird, I upped her one and CAUGHT a robin! Mom came ouside to pick up poop and she saw me snarffing Lola away from something (my bird) and she came over to investigate. She saw feathers and then the carcass. I was at the plucking stage and I was having a great time.
Mom looked at me, looked at the bird, then back at me...and said, "Oh Hoovie..I guess 'good boy' but I don't like to see this. No more, ok??" She then proceded to pick up my prize with the pooper scooper, showed dad and then he lifted the lid to the garbage can and she dumped it in.... Dad said that now I am an "official killer". BUT.. all gone. My fun is over.
I am very proud of my self and my only regret is that I didn't get to eat it. I would have left some and then once it rotted, I'd have rolled in it. That I would have shared. But, nooooo...that's gone out the window. Why don't moms understand the importance of savoring our kill?? She felt bad for the bird instead of feeling pride for ME! ::sigh:: Humans.
Roxie on Apr 05 at 01:28 PM