“Oh, shit!” I said brusquely and tersely as Maggie and I approached some road kill under a street lamp around 6:00am. It was one very, very unlucky armadillo. Armadillos are quickly becoming the new possum of the Southland.
“I sure bet you would like to drag that home,” I told Maggie as we crossed over to the other side of the road to skirt culinary disaster.
What is it about dogs that causes them to love dead, stinky stuff? It must be some genetic vestige from the past when dog’s ancestors were scavengers. Like jackals in the night…
2 comments:
Dogs are funny that way. They scarf up any good stuff that falls off the table, but they also LOVE stinky stuff. Doesn't seem to matter. Vet told my sister (lives in WI) that lots of dogs get sick from eating dead birds/small game they find after the snow melts in the spring.
My dogs love to roll in whatever stinky carcas they find. It's bad enough my basset hound smells like a hound, but when it smells like a rotten hound, it's more than I care to deal with.
Good for Maggie that her daddy was watchful this morning.
Post a Comment