Feathers everywhere
Yesterday there were feathers everywhere. We don’t know exactly what happened but this is as much as I’ve managed to find out so far. It was around lunchtime. Dad took Pebbles outside. Pebbles, being the dog she is, took Hoppig outside. Mum and I were in the kitchen so didn’t observe the initial part of proceedings. Dad came into the house shouting for Mum to come quickly. Mum thought Pebbles must have hurt herself, so dropped what she was doing and went straight out. Pebbles was fine. The pigeon wasn’t.
Was it already dead?
Dad did not see Pebbles kill the pigeon. As far as he knows the pigeon was already dead, although probably a very recent event. What he did know was that Pebbles had abandoned Hoppig in favour of the pigeon and was busy racing round the garden with the dead pigeon in her mouth, shaking it. As she shook it, feathers were coming out in all directions. Dad had no idea how to get her to drop the pigeon. Fortunately, Mum did.
Mum rushed back to the kitchen and took today’s sardine out of the fridge. Normally it would be Pebbles supper, unless an emergency occurs first. This was the emergency. Mum took her little plastic container outside and shouted ‘Fish’. To be fair, she did have to shout it twice, but it worked like a dream. Pebbles abandoned the pigeon and came running in to get the sardine, still with feathers sticking out of the corners of her mouth.
All hell broke out
That was when all hell broke out. I was in the kitchen and Pebbles decided terrorising me was even more fun than eating sardine. I responded in kind and Mum had to separate us without getting her arms or legs between our jaws. Pebbles was marched off to the other room and given her fish. I went back to my Kong. Dad went back to retrieve the pigeon. Mum sat down in a darkened room to recover.
Love and licks
Wilma
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