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Look Away Now

Dougal the dog was entertaining himself in the garden a couple of days ago. As I watched from the porch he stopped, picked up something grey, furry and dead and carried it around for a few seconds. Then he dropped it and went to sniff a bush.

I had a look and as expected found the stiffening corpse of another rodent foolish enough to cross paths with Dougal, scourge of rats.

I had always been under the impression that rats were intelligent creatures, but evidently this one hadn't been paying attention at rat school and was not simply passing through but had chosen to build its nest in the garden.

I only discovered this the next day when Dougal, ably assisted by the lovely Bella, started collecting up the mini-rats and dropping them in the grass - five in total. After some tidying up work with the shovel and a plastic bag, it was biscuits and sausages all-round.

Comments

Anonymous said…
my dogs do that too. They kill mice,cats and birds. I feel sorry for the little animals, especially for the birds since the dogs do it just for fun to kill. I've seen dogs in Greece do this as well, so i think that it's not only Albanian dogs...lol
ALb said…
Hi I am a fan of you but please don't show such ugly pictures anymore. It is simply disquisting

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our man said…
Sorry you were offended by the picture, but when rats are running across your garden and yard every dead one is a good one.
Anonymous said…
Go Dougal, go Bella!
Anonymous said…
Yuck!!!!

OK every dead rat is a good rat, but descriptive words would have been enough, the zooming in on the carnage is a bit much...
Selfmaderadio said…
but,

this rat in the picture, is not dead, is it? I guess, you took it in web. It looks to me like a pic taken from a scientific journal :)
our man said…
Yes it's a lab rat, so I imagine it probably is dead by now.
Anonymous said…
I don't know that you can kiss your dogs now or let them lick you after this.
our man said…
Never been that intimate in the first place.
Anonymous said…
ok, coz there are some people who let their dogs indoors. Some even sleep in the same bed with them. Then they get deseases.

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