Justin and I were in Florence over the weekend. Sunday morning Mom and Grandma went to play handbells at church, Dad got up to do his usual stuff, and Justin and I slept in. I got up around 9:45 and Justin stayed in the bed. I went downstairs and saw Chloe outside laying near what appeared to be a turtle shell. I grabbed a coat and walked over to her. Sure enough, turtle shell. I had to find Dad to see what the deal was.
It turns out that Gohan drug up the turtle that morning, broke open the shell and ate the poor thing. When the other dogs came near he would growl so they would go away. By the time we left Sunday afternoon the dogs had diminished the shell to about half.
I must say, I am somewhat glad Gohan is exerting his "doggly instincts," - you know, killing and all - but a turtle? This is where Justin and I are in conflict. I think it is kind of a cop-out. It isn't like a turtle can run or anything. There really is not much skill involved with trying to catch one, what it is going to do, fight back? Mom says Gohan just has a taste for the finer things in life. Not so sure about that either. I guess it might have taken a little skill to get in the shell, but anyway.
Chloe and Gwen got into it over the weekend. Saturday morning to be precise. We had to carry Gwen to the vet. They sedated her and had to shave off just about all of the hair on her head. It was not pretty. You can easily see the ttwo puncture wounds on the top of her head where Chloe clamped down and the two under her chin where the bottom teeth hit. She had some bites that went straight through her ear too. Poor thing - it is always something. I reckon I will take a picture of her over Christmas. At least when she heals I can show it to Justin and say, "see, isn't she cuter now?"
Gotta go though... Have a good one!