Teddy and the Birdsicle…

Teddy loves the snow. He loves it so much that he often romps around in snowdrifts and tears around the yard like he is a puppy. Imagine my surprise tonight when I went to let him in and he was laying under the pine tree.

“Oh crap! The dog has hurt himself!” I thought, as I yelled for him to come in. He pops up out of the snowbank, and tears off around the yard. He’s obviously not hurt.

I yell for him to come in and when he rounds the bed, it appears that he’s been chewing on a stick that he found.

If only.

As he jumps through the back door, it becomes apparent that it’s not a stick at all. It’s a bird. And the bird is obviously quite rigid. I implored the dog to stay in the kitchen while I bribed the bird away from him with a cookie.

When he finally relented and dropped his prize, it was apparent that the bird had froze to death because it landed with a hearty *thump* on the kitchen floor. It was as hard as a rock. So hard, in fact, that Teddy’s gnawing did nothing to damage its appearance.

I have given the bird an honorable burial in a plastic bag, where it lies in state in my garage before being sent to the City Dump next week. I have no idea how Teddy found it in the mountain of snow, because it appears that he had to dig the snow up in order to find it.

He was very proud of himself again!