Sunday, July 17, 2011
I was paying attention to Tim and Ricky when she lurched forward and pounced on something. I heard a lot of squeaking and squawking and thought she had caught herself a chipmunk finally. Brenna, our boxer-mix, and Lucy have a lot of fun trying to nab one of these cute, fast creatures.
I noticed something in her mouth immediately and the birds all over the immediate area were angrily squawking. I scream at Tim: LUCY GOT ONE! SHE GOT A CHIPMUNK! OH MY GOD GET IT! GET IT! as I drag her towards Tim. I'm not looking at her either.
Well, I did because I saw her grab something and I'm just freaking out.
I hear Tim telling me not to panic. I'm not panicked, per se, I'm just FREAKING OUT because I hear the fucking other birds and they aren't happy. I think that she must have attacked a baby bird, that's fallen out of the tree, and I'm mortified. How else could she have gotten a bird? They FLY.
So Tim picks Lucy up by the nape because she ain't letting go of her "kill". It drops to the ground, obviously dead. Wow. What the fuck did she do to that thing to kill it right away? It must be a baby bird.
Tim eyes it carefully, while I stand WAY back. He asked me something about it being already dead, as if I would know... But he determines, based on his background of watching Bones, that the bird was dead before Lucy ever got to it.
You would never know that from the way Lucy reacted. She prowled, sneakily approached, then pounced on the "dead" bird. She held that thing in her mouth with pride and was not letting go. And then when she did, she struggled to get back to it, after all, it was her kill.
So Tim disposed of it and I tried to walk Lucy more. Instead, she looked up into the sky, the trees, ready to kill more birds. She raced across the lawn, chasing flying birds. She just thought she was bad ass. At some point, I put her leash down (it has a heavy end...and she's 12 pounds, so it holds her down pretty well) to thrown the doggie bag away and I heard Tim say "Hey - I just saw a dog run across here." Of course, it was Lucy and I found her, on her hind legs, sniffing into the magnolia tree, looking for birds.
What a cocky SOB.
And where was Ricky this whole time? He was just hanging out. Not interested in the bird. Not interested in Lucy's adventure. Just get me back into the house so I can lay down.