HOLY S@$*% !!!
"Pascal is in our front yard eating a fawn."
These were the words I awoke to this morning when a phone call from my next-door-neighbor tore me from my oh-so-lovely-deeply-needed sleep. HUH???
"PASCAL IS IN OUR FRONT YARD EATING A FAWN. It looks like he's eaten about half of it."
OK. Pascal is our dog. Pascal is huge.....130 pounds of pure Pyrenees prime.
Pascal is scared of bubbles.
Pascal is scared of the camera.
Pascal is scared of our 8 lb. cat.
Pascal is scared of deer. Pascal is a big baby.
But in those first few moments of being ripped from my dreams, I actually had National Geographic television special visions of this beast stalking and taking down poor, helpless Bambi, and ripping into its innocent flesh with his massive jaws.
Hubby goes out to investigate. Gets Pascal back into the yard. Disposes of the carcass. Comes back in to report.
H: "It was just the hind quarters of a fawn that he must have found on the greenbelt. Pascal doesn't have the skill to take down ANYTHING...much less the inclination."
Me: "Well, I thought that seemed a bit out of character for him. He was probably wondering why it didn't get up and play with him."
H: "No, he was eating it...."
Oh.
Well, he IS a dog....
posted by Leska McCall at 8/04/2005 08:13:00 AM
7 Comments:
Thank goodness your husbnd was home for that one. YUCK..
Yeah, I would've had to call in for back up. Couldn't have picked that hind quarter up unless you paid me (I'll do most anything for maney ;-) Good Dog!! Keeping the world free of roadkill since 2005!!
Holy crap, this post made me laugh.
"Pascal is a big baby." hahaaaa.
Ewwwww!
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwie.
Cute dog, icky instincts.
Pascal tops George on that one. Little George prefers the bugs over road kill, but a bird (dead or alive) is always appetizing. Of recent days, George decided he prefers being fed his dry dog food and carrots by hand or spoon compared to his bowl.
And, yes, George is a dog - we have no children!
Yuck.
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