It's been a while since I've shared a Very Bad Beagle story. So, here's a good one...
It's late morning and I'm in the kitchen preparing an early lunch. The dogs have been in and out all morning. At this point, Very Bad Dog #1 is in the kitchen begging. And, I assume Very Bad Dog #2 is outside soaking up the warmth from the sun-warmed brick foundation of the house. She loves to lean there in the mornings, eyes blissfully closed, sunbathing.
Then I hear a little screech, and I look outside to see VBD2 with a squirrel in her mouth, swinging it around. The squirrel is screaming, I'm screaming.
I call Joe to tell him that HIS dog is committing murder. He tells me to wake up Liam (bonus son) and have him go outside to deal with it. I'm down the stairs to Liam's room in a flash, and Liam is already getting out of bed and putting on his shoes.
He goes outside, asking over his shoulder for two plastic bags. He double-bags the victim and asks for a wet rag. This completely calm bonus son of mine cleans up VBD2, while VBD1 dances by the door wanting to go outside to sniff out all the commotion.
Liam dumps the killer in the house and I get her some water. Liam then asks for more bags because there's a SECOND victim in the yard. After Liam lays the squirrels to rest in our garbage bin, he's washing his hands like a surgeon at the kitchen sink, and VBD2 vomits up all the water she just washed down the squirrel bits with. This is VBD2's third kill in three days. Let's just say, it took a while before I could eat my lunch. And, what am I going to do when Liam moves out in the fall?!?!
(Summer - aka VBD2 - is on the right. She looks so sweet, too.)
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