Today I was awoken with a start....when mum let out a HUGE sneeze.....really....that woman can really SNEEZE !!. The whole of MY bed shook! So I got up first....and headed for the outdoors so my yard and perimeter check could commence.
I headed out my doggie-door and turned right and then right again. What did I see before me????? THIS:
A dead BIRD lying in my garden!! (PeeS: For the purpose of providing you, my readers, with a visual....mum has recreated the event with my plastic quacky duck...... ) The real thing was about the same size and the peeps called it a pigeon.
I was VERY brave..... and unsure if it was actually dead...... I BARKED and BARKED and BARKED at it telling it IT WAS NOT OKAY TO SLEEP IN MY GARDEN.......
Mum had gone to get dad dad to collect the intruder (dead bird) because she didn't want to touch it. What a chicken!!
I was shaking with excitement and mum had to lure me back inside with the aid of jingling the "liver treat" jar. Mum was concerned I might get all brave and pick it up and run around with it...... AS IF! I was too bizzy telling it off!
Then dad dad came and picked it up and took it for its trip to the bridge. (Could we have made a pie out of it??? I ask myself.) I was very interested in sniffing where it had been lying.
It's not the same with the "recreated" pictures..... the real deal was much more exciting - but I wanted to include you, my friends, because it was an exciting event! I'm here to share.
Tail Wuggles, Rubie xxx