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Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
Slugs, rabbits, laughter.
Various things are kept in our garage because we don't have much space in the house. We collect too much crap so we have to keep things like bottled water, pet food, and string in the garage. The dog and cat food get poured from the bag into supposedly pest proof plastic containers. Imagine my chagrin to find the ugliest and slimiest of them all in the dogs container. In my haste, I flipped it out with the scoop and went back to the kitchen in search of salt. After the deed was done I left it on the garage floor for crenation to work its magic...........
.....fast forward a few hours.......
......my phone rings.....its the missus to tell me that she went in the garage to get a bottle of water. Now, she tends to go around the house in bare feet so when she trod on something slimy in the garage she freaked out and apparently kicked her leg out so that what remained of the slug took a kitchen bound flight path and landed on the floor near the dog who just looked at her like she's retarded.
Anyway, we laughed and if you want to keep laughing or, at least are troubled by the thought of cute fluffy animals getting hurt, I recommend you stop reading here.
Here is a random picture that has absolutely nothing to do with the blog but gives you some space to scroll and ponder before you read on.....or so that you don't accidentally scroll and read too far. I shall not be held liable for any psychological damage as a result of your reading on.....
So I was walking Sam this evening and at one point we were going across this area of longish grass that is cut often enough that clumps of yellow dried grass are laying around. Step...step...step...step...squish...squeek. "What on earth was that?" I'm thinking. So I turn to see all these little things scurrying away and it takes a few moments for me to register that they are baby rabbits and I must have trodden on a pile of them sleeping in a nice bed of hay. Anyway, there are several of them and I think even Sam is flummoxed at the situation because he hardly reacts when normally he would go into an almost uncontrollable frenzy of excitement.
The next thing I notice is that after all the scurrying things had scurried away, one of them wasn't actually scurrying at all, let alone scurrying away. The poor little bugger was maimed and kicking on the floor. My immediate reaction was to just let Sam have the rabbit but he confirmed my long held theory that if he ever caught a rabbit, all he would do would be sniff, then lick it perhaps. He sniffed it and then did nothing. So what else could I do? I looked and the poor blighter was obviously a terminal case so I trod on its head a couple of times really hard. That was that, game over.
Obviously I'm shocked and deeply troubled by the events of the day so I had to write about my experiences as part of my recuperation.
Slugs, rabbits, laughter.
Various things are kept in our garage because we don't have much space in the house. We collect too much crap so we have to keep things like bottled water, pet food, and string in the garage. The dog and cat food get poured from the bag into supposedly pest proof plastic containers. Imagine my chagrin to find the ugliest and slimiest of them all in the dogs container. In my haste, I flipped it out with the scoop and went back to the kitchen in search of salt. After the deed was done I left it on the garage floor for crenation to work its magic...........
.....fast forward a few hours.......
......my phone rings.....its the missus to tell me that she went in the garage to get a bottle of water. Now, she tends to go around the house in bare feet so when she trod on something slimy in the garage she freaked out and apparently kicked her leg out so that what remained of the slug took a kitchen bound flight path and landed on the floor near the dog who just looked at her like she's retarded.
Anyway, we laughed and if you want to keep laughing or, at least are troubled by the thought of cute fluffy animals getting hurt, I recommend you stop reading here.
Here is a random picture that has absolutely nothing to do with the blog but gives you some space to scroll and ponder before you read on.....or so that you don't accidentally scroll and read too far. I shall not be held liable for any psychological damage as a result of your reading on.....
So I was walking Sam this evening and at one point we were going across this area of longish grass that is cut often enough that clumps of yellow dried grass are laying around. Step...step...step...step...squish...squeek. "What on earth was that?" I'm thinking. So I turn to see all these little things scurrying away and it takes a few moments for me to register that they are baby rabbits and I must have trodden on a pile of them sleeping in a nice bed of hay. Anyway, there are several of them and I think even Sam is flummoxed at the situation because he hardly reacts when normally he would go into an almost uncontrollable frenzy of excitement.
The next thing I notice is that after all the scurrying things had scurried away, one of them wasn't actually scurrying at all, let alone scurrying away. The poor little bugger was maimed and kicking on the floor. My immediate reaction was to just let Sam have the rabbit but he confirmed my long held theory that if he ever caught a rabbit, all he would do would be sniff, then lick it perhaps. He sniffed it and then did nothing. So what else could I do? I looked and the poor blighter was obviously a terminal case so I trod on its head a couple of times really hard. That was that, game over.
Obviously I'm shocked and deeply troubled by the events of the day so I had to write about my experiences as part of my recuperation.
I'm sorry, George. Don't mean to make you feel worse. It was an accident, could happen to anyone. You're just humane enough to put it out of its misery.