Today is historical. After caring for my furkids for more 10 years with never ending love and kindness, spending uncountable monies on kibbles, treats, groomings & holidays, picking up poos & pees, they finally decided to repay me (besides the joy and laughters of course)...
... with this!
Spotted it the moment I unlocked the gate. I just screamed and ran, with padlock in hand, for dear life. The gate was still closed. Rumba, Sunshine & the usually noisy Husky just stared up at me, dumb struck. There, right outside the gate, laid a dead rat! That really scare the shit out of me. Wtf! My cute innocent looking doggies killed a rat! They probably thought it was a squeaky toy.
Message the husband about the dead rat. He replied... "Use the spade (he meant the dustpan)" and I went "No". You see, I've this thing about dead animal carcasses. I simply would not touch or walk near them. Except for chicken/duck/fish of course. Those are for eating and that's ok. But dead gold fishes or any pet fishes, are not ok. And so are dead cockroaches, lizards, birds & etc. :p So for that purpose, I would engage an undertaker and they usually come in the form of the husband. Lols.
For the rest of the day, while I was out, I was so worried that Rumba would chew the dead rat as she would with her toys. Luckily she didn't. The husband came home in the evening, cleared Ratatouille, disinfected Rumba & Sunshine with Dettol wipes and I, washed down the back. Return of normality. Phew! What a day!
Message the husband about the dead rat. He replied... "Use the spade (he meant the dustpan)" and I went "No". You see, I've this thing about dead animal carcasses. I simply would not touch or walk near them. Except for chicken/duck/fish of course. Those are for eating and that's ok. But dead gold fishes or any pet fishes, are not ok. And so are dead cockroaches, lizards, birds & etc. :p So for that purpose, I would engage an undertaker and they usually come in the form of the husband. Lols.
For the rest of the day, while I was out, I was so worried that Rumba would chew the dead rat as she would with her toys. Luckily she didn't. The husband came home in the evening, cleared Ratatouille, disinfected Rumba & Sunshine with Dettol wipes and I, washed down the back. Return of normality. Phew! What a day!
1 comment:
Eeeks! I get all geli-fied by dead inedible animals too! Eeeks! bulu all standing just thinking about it! Eeeks!
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