A gift from Rudy
I looked down and there it was....a semi rotten dead bird. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww! And he looked so sad when I made that sound and insisted my hubby bag it and get rid of it immediately. Does this mean Rudy is part cat? |
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| Oh it's so hard not to react negatively. I've found you thank the dog by taking it to where you keep some cookies.......outside cache.....and give the dog a cookie then go back and dispose of the gift. I have a metal cookie jar in the garage with biscuits for outside rewards. If you don't want your "cat" to continue, you probably did the right thing by not rewarding the gift. Personally I want those dead things gone and if the dogs pick them up for me, great. Fortunately the kids haven't picked on living things. |
| That's funny. Annabelle hasn't gotten into the habit of bringing me anything yet, except my druel covered flipflops which are apparently more fun to chew on than the 47 chew toys I have strewn across my house. She is only 5 months though, so maybe we will graduate to dead things someday. How much worse can they taste than my shoes really? |
| Oh yuck! That has not happened here (yet) |
my dolly would bring me gifts like that till one day it was a snake  |
Ah bless him what a thoughtful, generous boy.  |
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