We started out for our walk around 10:40 this morning.
Just as we entered the field I heard my walking buddy, up in the woods, “Wooo, Wooo.”
This is the sound she makes when she calls Brady. So we turned around and headed up the hill.
“Go Sampson, go find Sheila.” I said, and Sampson took off into the woods.
Delilah and I met up with Sampson and Sheila a few minutes later, she was on the hunt for Brady, “He doesn’t have his collar on” she stated flatly.
Sheila has an e-collar for Brady and she had the remote in her hand.
“Does he have his regular collar?” I questioned.
“No.”
“Oh Sheila!” I was surprised.
“The hunters gutted a deer back in woods and he got into it, I took off his collar so I could wash the blood off it.”
By this time we were both calling for Brady and had reached the crest of the hill.
Sheila said she was going home to check and to see if Brady had gone home.
“Let me know if he’s there, in the meantime I’ll keep calling him,” were my parting words.
A few minutes later my cell phone rang with the news that Brady was indeed waiting for Sheila at home. What a great relief! Sampson, Delilah and I continued our walk which was fairly uneventful until the end.
As we approached the field I checked to make sure no-one was there before dropping Delilah’s leash. She took off running.
Once I arrived at the field I called the dogs to me, Sampson came right away, but Delilah had found something she thought was edible.
“DUH-LIE-LAH, DROP IT!” I shouted as I raced towards her.
She knew she was had, and started walking towards me, but she was still chewing.
What is it when our dogs are eating something they aren’t supposed to, that makes all our dog managing skills go out the window? As I approached her I made a grab for her head, and with my hand on the back of her neck I am giving her little shakes, the whole time screaming “Drop it.” “Leave it.” “Drop it.” “Leave it!”
Then I heard the crunch and what little bit of my mind remained, left me completely.
I shoved my hand in her mouth.
What is it about our dogs eating something they shouldn’t that makes us lose all fear of what we might actually pull out of their mouth?
Yeah I got it, about 4 inches of bone, meat and blood.
I took once glance and flung it away from me, wiping my hand on my pants.
Oh God I thought, I just pulled a freakin dead mouse out of her mouth.
I took about five steps forward and then I saw it.
It looks like ribs to me. Size wise, it is about 10 inches, sitting out there in the middle of the field. If I’d had a plastic shopping bag with me I would have picked it up, but I didn’t.
Don’t you think someone who is hunting near a public area has some type of responsibility regarding their kill?
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