Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Pass the Snake
I don't mind picking up dead plants. This past weekend while we were staying at my parents' house Dooley brought a crispy snake carcass into the house via the doggie door. I told my husband to get the stick away from Dooley, and then he informed me it wasn't a stick it was a snake. Then we told my mom to get the snake away from Dooley. Yikes! One of my parents' Jack Russell Terriers probably killed the snake, it roasted in the hot summer sun, and then Dooley picked it up and brought it into the house. My mom picked it up from Dooley and threw it in the trash, but then my father fished it out of the trash because he didn't want it to stink up the house and he took it back outside. Thanks to Dooley it was a fun game of pass the snake!