Ok, so am I the only one with a dog that has an identity crisis? First I think she thinks she is part monkey because she likes to climb the fence, or jump it like a champion horse, now she's part cat...First she brought me horse poop then it was a dead bird. Now let me set up the scene for you....Sunday morning, I'm relaxing in my jammies and the first cup of coffee when she jumps up on the sofa to cuddle and proudly delivers...a dead mouse! Really? I couldn't get jewelry? Oh well it sure got me moving for the day
