The situations I never thought I, nay, make that never IMaGINED I would be dealing with when I made the decision to get a dog,
Take this morning for instance.
I let the dogs out, just as usual.
After getting dressed I went to the door to let them in for breakfast, just as usual.
They were not at the door, which was weird because it was raining. Like its rained for the last week (yes, the ark is half built behind the house).
And they weren't coming when called. Also weird.
So I step out onto the front lawn.
To be greeted by the site of three dogs running around the yard with their noses on the ground. Chasing gophers.
Lots of gophers. Who apparently didn't build an ark or have the foresight to evolve gills and were forced to run around above ground.
Bingo (cattle dog mix) is well versed in gophers and was busy dispatching and gulping down these breakfast appetizers.
Reed (golden retriever) was trying to figure out whether they fit into the category of birds (pick them up gently and deliver to the next available human), or whether they were little kitties (be wary and very afraid and go to the nearest humans sans furry object to be comforted and protected).
Tess was tracking, and poking them inquisitively with her nose while the angry gopher made angry gopher sounds. She hadn't yet tried the bite and shake technique perfected on countless squeaky toys, with the bite and crunch that she uses on raw chicken necks, but it was definitely headed in that direction.
I was definitely "squeeded" (some apparent expression of disgust I heard from a teenybopper the other day) and there may have been some screeching and shrieking and dancing around on my part.
Puppies were removed. I was too gutless to dispatch the rodents so they got to disperse into the hedges.
All the dogs remained in the house (except Tess who went with me of course) and did NOT go outside.
Being the morning gopher savior? Not on my list of top ten reasons to own dogs.