Many of you know I have two wonderful dogs, Cody and Jesse. About once a week or two, they seem to find things to bring me as a "present" just to show how much they love me. One week, it's a dead bird, the next a bunny - you pet parents know how it is - they're so proud of themselves.
Typically, upon coming in through the full sized human door (no doggy doors needed for these guys), they run into my home office looking for their morning treat. I should've realized something was up when they didn't come into my office and they were AWFULLY quiet. I got up to investigate and found the culprit.
I thought it was dead and, after I got over shuddering, I just knew I could get this poor dead thing out of the house - I'm brave - no problem. I went outside, ran through the lawn sprinklers and grabbed the pooper scooper - long handle, no need to actually touch it. Come back inside only to see this "dead" thing crawl along the floor to my master bedroom. BLOOD CURDLING SHRILLS COMING NOW - NOT DEALING WITH THIS.
I sidled along the opposite wall, grabbed some clothes (I was still in my PJ's,) and walked across the street to my neighbor. He works from home and his 15 year old son is home schooled. They saw me coming and opened the door. "I need some brave men." They burst out laughing and asked, "Snake or lizard in the house?" They came over, got it, put it back out in the desert where it belongs and the day got on.
Note to dogs: could you please love me a little less? I really don't need these wonderful presents!!!!! I know you're awfully proud of yourselves, but I would be just as proud of you if you DIDN'T cause my heart to stop!!!!!
Life in the Arizona desert, LOL.
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