I have a confession to make. My dog is a serial killer. And absolutely
no remorse out of him either. Yesterday, I checked first to make sure
there were no critters about and let him out to pee before going on our
car ride. He starts ambling towards his usual spot (bramble, bushes)
and then takes off running. He tries to go straight through the bushes,
but can't, so circles around and goes in. A little bit of rustling in
the bushes, and then silence. I don't like this one bit, so I say 'Khan
man, where are you?' A bit more rustling in the bushes, and I finally
decided to go down there to see what's going on. The eeevil serial
killer is trying to navigate his way out of the bushes with something
large, brown and furry in his mouth. The automatic 'EWWW!' escapes my
mouth, and he drops the furry critter. Head goes down towards the
critter, when I finally remember to say 'Leave It'. Comes trotting over
to me, all proud and happy, spitting bits of fur from his mouth. All so
gross and too much like a nature documentary. No blood, so there is
something I have to be thankful for. I *really* hope that it is the
groundhog and not the beaver that he got. Unfortunately, that's the
beaver's hang out not the ground hog's.

Suja