This morning I woke and let the dogs out as usual so they can do their business. I love our fenced yard. After about five minutes I called them to come in, it’s still very cold in the mornings. Our eldest dog Jordan came after a minute or two. But Cameron, the dog in my picture here, didn’t. Figuring she needed another minute I closed the sliding glass door. Praised Jordan and I started getting the cereal for the kids.
A minute later, a movement outside the door caught my eye. I turn on the porch light and there is Cameron, doing a little dance with her front paws, a rabbit hanging from her mouth.
Stunned, stood there for a moment while I watched Cameron drop the carcass and give me her best doggie grin, before picking it up again and trotting off.
I called down to my husband. "Cameron caught a rabbit."
"What?" Apparently not something he expected to hear.
I told him, "She caught a rabbit and is running around the yard with it. You need to get out there and take it from her." Even if I could get it from her, there was no way I would touch it.
Grumbling about the cold he shrugged into his coat and boots. Cameron was more than happy to give her prize to her daddy. She danced around him as he removed it from the fenced area. He praised her lavishly when he came back of course, and she was happy as a lark.
My mother-in-law told me I should have made stew. The idea never crossed my mind in all honesty. If Cameron catches another I may have to do it. Just to be able to say that I did.
