Dixie’s Treasure
The other night, I took Dixie outside. As she was doing her business, I wondered if she had something in her mouth, and upon further inspection, thought my fears were unfounded, so we went in the house. Moments later, I saw something long and dark hanging out of her mouth. I called my husband in for reinforcement. Dixie will bite if you try to take something out of her mouth. It is something we need to work on with her, but at 6 years old, I am not sure if we can break her of it. Its in her little dog DNA. She was bred to hunt little rodents after all. Speaking of little rodents… my husband got her to drop her treasure and excitedly told me to pick it up. It looked like a shriveled piece of poop. It wasn’t. Trying to think quickly and get rid of it before she captured it again, I grabbed a sock and picked it up. I suddenly realized that it was in fact, a small, dead, stiff little rodent. For whatever reason, although it was already dead and I wasn’t actually touching it, this freaked me out and I’ll admit it–I panicked! I promptly shrieked and threw the rodent–and the sock–out the front door. Meanwhile, Cheyenne was outside and immediately appeared to investigate what all the fuss was about. We told her no, and to leave it, and I am still in disbelief that she listened. My husband and I are still laughing about this one. Oh God in heaven what the neighbors must think…