Well duh, that's no surprise. She loves to kill things. It's no wonder pit bulls are bred for fighting. So last night after church, I let Sadie outside and sat down to fill the Easter eggs with Mero, Mom and Grandad. Sadie stayed outside for an unusually long time, which I noticed but didn't think much about. She just got back from 2 weeks in Houston so I thought she was just enjoying her yard again.
A couple of hours later Courtney came home and said she saw a rat running across the fence by the driveway. Let me just mention, this is not really a first around here. We've seen a few, and Sadie's killed at least one, but as long as they aren't in my house or my garage they really don't bother me.
Fast forward to 5:30 this morning. Sadie woke up right on (her) schedule, and I quickly and quietly let her out because we had a houseful of sleeping people I didn't want to wake. Two steps out the door and she paused. Immediately I recognized the outline of a small rodent... With a tail. Yep, you guesses it! RAT.
At this point all the pieces came together in my mind. I didn't turn on any lights because I didn't want to wake grandad and in turn the rest of the house, so I found my headlamp, a shovel; you know, all the supplies necessary for discarding the scariest looking dead rat I've ever seen with his teeth barred and his tongue sticking out at me. (In my bare feet and night gown.)
I immediately wished for my dad to show up. (But alas, he's visiting California with Ben today!) I did manage to finagle the carcass into the trash bin & thankfully Sadie wasn't trying to protect her treasure or swallow it in the meantime. (I guess she just eats birds.) She must have been hunting for more rats.
Well, all I can say is go on, Sadie, get them all. But do you have to use your mouth to do it??
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