Registered: 1136682061 Posts: 11,168
Registered: 1179016787 Posts: 2,956
Reply with quote #12
When my daughter was a teenager she had a pet rat.
One day while we were not home he apparently got out of the cage and was never seen again. I'm pretty sure one of the dogs ate him. __________________ And God said "let there be light".
Then General Electric pushed him out of the way and the era of Corporate America was born to rule the universe.
Moondance Tintin Chili Beans Martini
Registered: 1388821452 Posts: 839
Reply with quote #13
Little Nero really did not mean to upset anybody. He just felt like his true self that moment.
Dogs not only eat pet rats, Ali. Apparently, they also eat the expired bodies of their masters. http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/06/pets-dogs-cats-eat-dead-owners-forensics-science/ __________________ “Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.” Milan Kundera. http://borntolisten.com
Registered: 1216005520 Posts: 1,517
Reply with quote #14
Nero is so cute, Hula, he's just being a dog. (I did not click, though)
Storm killed a little bunny, once. Guess how impressed I was? He didn't mean to, though. We had 3 bunnies nesting in the area where he goes out to do his job. I kept him on lead, but he pulled me (is is strong) and sniffed one to death (literally). It was only just born and I felt terrible. We managed to keep him away from the area until they left. One other died (having nothing to do with Storm) and the third is a back-yard resident. The mother only comes once a day to tend to her babies.
Registered: 1042401911 Posts: 4,149
Reply with quote #15
My dog, Brooke, chases squirrels, rabbits, etc. but has only once managed to catch anything. That was a quail and she carried it in her mouth for about 1/2 mile with me running behind her shrieking "drop it!" When she finally got home she let it go and it ran, completely unharmed (although I little disoriented, I suspect) under a bush where another family of quails lived. Brooke looked at me as if to say "what was all that fuss about?!"