IZA: Well, we have finally caught up ta the recent snow pictures, and *I* have a pleasant surprise. It started when TBT FINALLY opened the deck door after the night snow fell. I had been waiting a bit desperately. Why? Well, let me sneak up on that a bit.
First, those are MY pawprints in the snow. I was innerested in the faint birdie tracks, so I went right out.
I was too fast fer TBT ta realize why I wanted OUT, some of these are later pictures, but it makes more sense ta show them first. See my pawprint at that hole in the snow? I dug that hole, fast!
Why? Well, ya see those little drops of red? That's birdie blood! I plunged my mouf inta the snow an ran back inside. Thats when TBT suspected somethin...
Yeah, I was at the deck door at night when a birdie hit the deck door. An I alone knew where it was even though it got all covered in snow as the night went on. And on and on and on! I was practically DYIN by mornin.
I grabbed that birdie an was in the house like The Flash fillin his plate at Thanksgivin Dinnertime!
I was growlin at Ayla a Marley pretty serious. TBT said I was like a tiger in the room protecting a abtelope kill. Whatever a abtelope is (but it must be good food).
Fortunately, TBT pretty much figures what we catch is ours, especially when it is already dead. But he IS a bit
particlar particuliar fussy about where we eat that kinda messy stuff. Fevvers are fine, but he doesnt want blood an guts on the carpet. Personnally, I think that would improve the smell of the carpets (HE should have his nose down on them alla time), but "what-ever".
So he took the birdie from me (a right only HE has) and tossed it in the baffroom, let me run in, and closed the door so I could have privacy with my prize.
There wasnt much left of it when he opened the door again 10 minutes later. I was well pleased. An full. Ayla an Marley were jellous. A few hours later, they were both sniffin my butt, admirin the birdie I got ta eat!
It doesnt get much better than that...
