Rocco = Bird Dog

Saturday afternoon Rocco was outside and Molly was waiting to go outside. She was in the kitchen and I was trying to coax her down the stairs. Since her surgery, sometimes she is still leery of the back stairs. I opened the back door to let Rocco in while turning my head to watch Molly.
After she was outside and Rocco was inside, I walked into the kitchen as he dropped something at my feet.
I shrieked.
Well, screamed was more like it.

This was on my kitchen floor.



APPARENTLY Rocco decided that a dead bird was a wonderful present for me.

Between screaming "OH GOD, LET IT BE DEAD" and "BAD, BAD DOG", I realized that I could not pick it up.
I just couldn't.
And Ken was working.
So I had to call next door.
THANKFULLY, Bob was home and came over to dispose of my present.
He said it was still warm.

So Rocco killed the bird.

I am feeling kind of bad about that.
Well, I felt bad AFTER I bleached the kitchen floor and tried to rinse out Rocco's mouth with mouthwash.
There will be no Rocco kisses in this house for QUITE awhile.