My generous hunter
What types of surprises does your dog bring to you?
Trucker and I were taking a stroll one evening when he dropped behind me a few steps about half a block from home.
I didn’t think much of his lagging since we had walked a ways and he was tired. It was during a short approach up our driveway that I looked down at him beside me to see a severely decomposed squirrel carcass, as flat as a frying pan, sticking out of his mouth – front legs on one side, tail on the other.
He had managed to scoop up the furry pancake so quietly from leaves piled along the road that I had no clue he was carrying it. He nearly brought it in the house with him.
My eyes must have grown wide when I saw it. He surrendered it proudly as I grabbed it barehanded, in a panic, from his mouth.
I realize that he was just “being a dog,” perhaps bringing me/us home a snack, presenting me with this gift of love.
Sometimes I think that he mimics my arrival home from grocery shopping, weighed down with bags full of goodies and boxes of dog biscuits like a hunter that just dragged home a dead animal to feast upon.