So I started opening windows and what not. I opened the front door and found this:
Yes, those are my legs and feet in the reflection. Those socks are hot, right?Yup, that's a dead bird. Our backyard is Bird Highway, and our front yard is pretty much the access road to Bird Highway. I imagine that poor birdie flew smack into our front door.
Norman is a bird dog. He can actually catch them out of the air. Impressive. But he likes to eat them. I never taught him how to hunt bc I didn't want my Papa and Uncles to take advantage of my bird dog and make him go hunting. Norman is a lover, not a fighter.
Norman kind of has his own version of Angry Birds going.
So he's all upset with me that I won't let him go out and get the bird.
Have you ever had a dog give you a dirty look and stomp his paws?