I think I mentioned that Michael brought me a dead squirrel last week. So... the other day I'm working in the yard (not yesterday); naturally Michael doesn't think he's getting enough attention. The next thing I know, he's coming toward me, prancing up a storm, and swinging something back and forth... making a big deal of it. About halfway to me, he drops it, pounces on it, it skitters a bit as he pounced a few more times. ...Naturally I'm thinking, "Omigod, he's got another critter and this one isn't dead yet!"
So I call him to me and start planning how I'm going to rescue the poor hapless wild thing - only to discover this time he's got...
are you ready?
An apple with a bit of branch still stuck to it! That's m'boy. All hail the Mighty Hunter...
I'm beginning to think the toilet paper un-rolling wasn't so much to help me get in a puppy mindset. Rather, it may be that my sweet goober is experiencing his second puppyhood.
What amazes me is the realization that it was all a ruse on his part. He wanted attention. He remembered that he got attention when he brought me the dead squirrel. Not having another squirrel, he did his best to fake it - making that fresh-killed apple really act like something. The other realization that amazes me is the belated insight that I played right into his paws and gave him the attention he wanted. Do you have any idea how many fresh-killed apples he's gonna bring to me?
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