I’m such a wimp.
My two large dogs were outside this morning, playing with a dead squirrel. (We have many, many trees, and a few times a year a squirrel dies from injuries sustained due to a fall from a significant height.) Clearly, they considered this real toy to be much more fun than the fake furry toys we provide indoors. As I approached, my black lab scooped up the limp corpse in her mouth and happily brought it over to show me.
I considered the options:
- Leave the dogs to their fun. But… if they carried their game with the ex-squirrel to the grand finale they generally reach with any stuffed toy indoors, the body would end up in fuzzy, blood-soaked fragments all over the yard. This would not be a pleasant “welcome home!” for my kids after school.
- Find a suitable implement and/or gloves, pick up the dead squirrel, and either bury it outside the dogs’ invisible fence line or wrap it up and put it in the trash. OK, all I can say is, ewwwwww.
- Find something heavy to put over the squirrel so the dogs can’t get at it, and leave it for my husband to deal with later.
Needless to say, I went with option 3. I’ve posted a large note by the door that says, “Dead squirrel under wheelbarrow!” My husband, knowing me as he does, will understand perfectly.