Life and Death

For the second time, Sonia Dog encountered death.  The first time was a couple of months ago, when we discovered the dead fawn at the entrance to the north driveway.  Fio tried to pull Sonia away, but ended up flat on her back in the gravel while Sonia made a thorough examination of the pitiful little corpse.  But this time, when Fio spotted a newly-dead squirrel in the road--the blood had not yet coagulated--she allowed Sonia to have her way.  Doggie nosed the animal, pushed it around a little, contemplated it, then continued the walk with Mommy. The next time around, she gave the squirrel a cursory nudge and moved on.

But for the rest of the way to the house, she seemed more somber.

Not Quite a Dog?

Sure, Sonya chews bones and buries them.  Sure she chases her tail, occasionally catching it.  But she really isn't interested in eating unless her kibble is interlaced with  a treat so vile-smelling that Fio suspects it of being dog crack.  And when Husband tosses a ball at her, she lets it bounce off her nose.  And she's a slug-a-bed.  And even with her crate door open, Sonya will lounge around on her comfy doggie mattress for up to fifteen minutes before wobbling to her feet and venturing out to greet the morning world.

Whoops--Sonya just yelped and dashed into the backyard after a squirrel.  Hooray!  She's a dog after all!