My Becca was a hunter of squirrels (most of which were bigger than she was), birds, mice, cats, you name it. Her biggest wish was to be able to climb trees so she could go after those pesky squirrels!
Bless her little heart, she loved to bring her catches to me and lay them at me feet, like she was presenting a gift. She's sit there by her 'treasure' with her little tongue hanging out, smiling like she new she'd just made a grand offering. I hated to scold her, so I'd pat her head and tell her what a good girl she was. Then I'd somehow scoop up her 'present' and dispose of it before giving her a good, thorough bath! I sure miss my little tom-boy.
__________________ He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. -- Author Unknown |