Why am I blogging at 2:30am? Because my elevated heart rate won’t let me fall back asleep.
MIA dog just delivered this slobbery, dead creature into our bed while we slept. More specifically, she quietly set it in my hand, declaring her kill with pride.
Feeling the soft and soggy body was such an odd sensation, I jumped out of sleep screaming and onto my feet so fucking fast that the whole house was suddenly on alert.
Dan came running, he heard the killing only moments earlier. MIA dog, the boastful hunter, was now running around with her tail between her legs as I fumbled for the camera and a plastic bag. She’s an intuitive little shit, very aware of how upset I was, but too damn cute to get mad at.