Involuntary Kitty Slaughter

Mommy, I am SO sorry

Guess who is in trouble.

Big trouble.

Banished from the-comfy-carpet-for-all-day trouble.

In our quest for learning about puppies and breaking their bad habits, we discovered that giving them ‘toys’ of their own will decrease their mischief-making with kid’s toys, slippers and socks. Blondie hasn’t destroyed anything like Tasha used to, since retrievers are bred to bring back what they have is good condition. Tasha would leave a fearsome reminder of the destructive power of her teeth and jaws.

We of course aren’t going to buy a toy, no, we are not fanatical dog owners. Lil Kinz culled from her way too full stuffed animal collection, choosing Purple Bear.

Blondie knew right away this was her very own, and was like a kid. Throwing it up, catching it, batting it with her feet, shaking it, sleeping with it, playing keep-away and stretch-the-bear-and-see-how-far-it-will-last.

Mom, please don

(Mom, please don’t tell them)

Last Sunday the kids were washing the car, and there was a little kitten underneath waiting for mom to come back with food/milk. Blondie was fascinated! When she ambled off to play somewhere else, the kitten darted out and sought escape. To the kids horror, Blondie actually caught it, and started playing ‘purple bear’. Oh NO!

Oh yes. One shake, and ’snap’ it was all over. Blondie sensed the lack of motion, put it down, sniffed, nosed the still creature, and looked at the kids screaming at her: “NO BLONDIE!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD DOG!!!!” (Sometimes, poor thing, I think she thinks her name is “No, bad dog!”)

Blondie has a very strong sense of guilt. She immediately cowered into ‘beta-puppy’, crawling on her belly toward Spikekid, who is the Alpha Boy of the kids, and whined. The kids came running to me, big eyed, not knowing what to do.

Golly, I didn’t know what to do. Our precious puppy a kitten-killer? She obviously didn’t know what she was doing, and is so clumsy she only caught it by sheer luck. We should have brought her inside if there was kitten in the garden.

So we held family counsel, and decided to grant leniciency and pronounce her guilty of involuntary kitty-slaughter.

Don

(Don’t BLOG about it, mom!!! AAGGGHHHH!)

Here she is repenting with weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Hubby chuckles when Sis says golden retrievers had the brains bred out of them long ago.