we were just about to head upstairs for the night when t asked, "where's jane?"
"probably outside," i responded. "go call for her."
after calling her, he came in and said, "don't let her kiss you." and then, "i'm gonna throw up."
"what?" i wondered.
"go look on the front porch," he said, with his face buried in the collar of his shirt.
there, on the front porch, right in front of the door, lay (and still lays) a rabbit head. yes, a rabbit head, no body. again, i don't feel the need to take a photo for blogability.
and we thought border collies were herding dogs. guess this one has a dual purpose. maybe the mouse on the rug yesterday wasn't the cat after all?
hopefully the wild animals will dispose of the evidence.
GOOD doogy. GOOD doggy.