My dog crouched to pounce and I knew if I didn’t come out of my reverie I would have a dislocated shoulder and a dead, undressed squirrel at my feet.
My dog could care less if the critters are wearing a bonnet or not, she just wants to kill them. If she were a Jack Russel terrier or a more swaggering-type dog, it wouldn’t bother me, but she is a refined Standard Poodle. I know the poodle is a hunting dog, a water retriever, but it shocks me when I look at my mild dog and realize she has blood lust.
Her dainty looks mask her shocking number of kills: one squirrel, two chipmunks, several bunnies, a bird, and many house flies.
I guess books aren’t the only things that shouldn’t be judged by their cover.