And. Kennesaw is a Terrier. (or a terror)

Cue Scene:  Bright and early. 5:30 AM. Outside, trying to make Kennesaw go potty.  Kennesaw spots something under our grill.

She spotted a rat or a baby possum.  Something with a long thick tail.  (and I just got the chills thinking about this...) ....And Kennesaw, yeah she was not getting off that deck until she had that rodent.  Me.  I am in a fog (thank God) and have no idea what was going on (or I would have screamed and woken up the whole neighborhood).

This rodent thing dashes for freedom in the back yard but sadly for him/her Kennesaw was faster.  I am unsure if it was a bite to the body or a step on with that big paw but that rodent did not see daylight today.  And Kennesaw, yeah she had a new toy.  Me, I had no idea what to do.

So what do I do?  Start wispering "Kennesaw, Drop It"  (by the way, Kennesaw does not yet know that command) and then I whisper "Kennesaw just go potty" (another command she does not know or understand) and then I get the broom.  Yeah.  The broom.  To do what, no idea?  But it seemed like a REAL good idea.

Me?  I am terrified of rodents and bugs so there I am in the backyard with a broom standing there half asleep.  So what do I do next?  I call Kyle and just tell him that I need help.  Don't elaborate, just I need help.

There is a reason I am marrying Kyle.  He is fearless when it comes to gross things.  He saved Mulligan and me from a lizard once.  He has killed more bugs than I can count on 2 hands.  And now, he made Kennesaw drop the rodent thing.  He brought the trashcan outside, with the dustpan, and took my handy dandy broom (I knew it would come in useful) and swept up that rat possum thing and dumped it in the trash. And of course, then put the trash in our big trashcan.  knight.in.shining.armour.

Kennesaw thought this was a super fun morning and did not want to go to sleep but wanted to give me puppy kisses.  I have never pushed a dog away from my face SO fast as I did this morning (numerous times).  Girl needs a toothbrush and a bath before I let her lick me!

Oh... Kennesaw.  The life of having a puppy. =D

Trash Can Diving

Why are dogs so freaking stressful???? Mulligan and his menacing ways got in the trash today.  His favorite food bowl: the trash can. 

In about 4.3 seconds flat (as I was struggling with him to take it away) he ate the absorbent pad that lines the bottom of the raw chicken tray.

The game plan: not to just yet take him to the vet.  By all my google searching of vet sites and talking to my friend who is a vet and talking to a girl whose dog ate 4 pairs of underwear and survived ... we are going to watch him and just give him frequent walks.  Make sure he doesn't get lethargic, doesn't vomit, eats his dinner, and does not get constipated.

He should just pass it in a few days, but if he shows any of the above signs a vet trip and big vet bill is in our future.

Another day I got to sing Mulligan the "dumb dog why are you following me" song from Annie.