The Hunt

Last night around 1:00 I had to let Pinky out as usual, and then I went to the bathroom where there is a window.

I could hear a ruckus outside and didn't think anything about it and then went back to bed. Pinky was still outside, which was not unusual.

I went back to sleep....only to wake up at 3:00 AM and there was no Pinky in bed.....What the hell?

The minute I started looking for him, I could feel something amiss.....there was a feeling in the air of thick suspense.

I step out on to the staircase....quiet....but I could hear a little russelling sound, enough to let me know that there is life down there, but all was not right.

I gingerly tip toe to the edge of the stairs and look down, and in the dark I can see Pinky's curled tail....but wait, something is not right, because I also see this black blob, and I'm not sure what it is.

I then turn on the light.....O NO!

There was a dead possum, and Pinky was standing guard over his kill.

PINKY! I said with horror.

My little dog, a cold blood murder....ugggggggg

Pinky...GET UP HERE! I said in disgust, and he comes trotting up to the bedroom.

I get back into bed, but not Pinky, he was juiced from the kill. wound up, pacing, jumping up and then down, and making a little mewing sound. I know he wanted to go gloat over his treasure.

I couldn't get back to sleep because I knew the animal was laying dead downstairs, and I knew I was going to have to clean up blood and guts (although Pinky was clean as a whistle).

I tip toe out of the room with Pinky on my heals.......I then locked him in the room so he would not continue with the kill....

I walked down the stairs......

No possum! The place where the animal had been laying (on its back) was empty!

It had been playing dead for Pinky for at least two hours while Daisy Girl and I were sleeping.

Pinky is still plexed and continues to look for his possum....I think he believes that I somehow stole his road kill because he looks at me with accusation while continuing the search for his treasure.