“Cheap! Cheap! CHEAP! CHEAP! cheapcheapcheapcheapcheapcheapcheapcheapCHEAP!”
“BEAR!!! Just kill it. Poor thing.”
“Oh well.” I leave Dusty and Bear in the dog run and go back to the house, Mindy right behind me, to make coffee and breakfast, wondering what Bear will do. I think this is her first successful “hunt.”
“What do you think, Mindy?”
“I think I’d like a strawberry…”
“Here, sweet girl.”
“OK. C’mon you guys, let’s get your breakfast. Is it still alive? Poor baby. C’mon Bear, lets get your breakfast. You can bring it. Good dog. OK, baby, let me have it. Good girl. There you go. Go inside.” I look around for a 2 x 4 and, as fast as I can, put the baby robin out of its misery.
I don’t think Bear fully realized that was not her usual toy and that it was — mostly — moving around on its own.