June 28, 2007

White Dog was sitting with a very unhappy looking Rob when we returned home from class. "She ate a bird and bit me," Rob blurted as we walked in. White Dog immediately went into "I'm sorry" mode as Rob related the story of her bringing in a carcass (a recent stray cat kill?) that was falling apart all over the floor and how he had cleaned up. When he tried to take the rest from her, White Dog jumped on the bed with it and bit his hand as he reached out. Needless to say, we were mad at White Dog's attack on Rob, disgusted by the bird-eating activity, and concerned about avoiding repeats. White Dog unwisely tried to "trade" a feather for a treat.