January 2nd 2009 11:22 pm
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New Year's Day was very, very, very cold. The Mom and the Dad and I went to the park in the afternoon. Noone was there. So I got to go off-leash. I did zoomies across the baseball field. The Mom took video. It's on my page. It wasn't my best effort--I can run much faster.
It was nice at the park. Until we were leaving. We saw a beautiful, large snow white dove. Lying on a gentle hill. Just a few feet off the pathway. Not moving. It looked like it was sleeping. The Mom said it must have froze to death. Poor thing.
The Dad put a poop-picker-up bag on his hand. He said he'd put the dove in the waste can. So no children coming into the park would find it. They would get upset if they did. The Dad picked the dove up and then we saw what had really happened. Someone had stabbed the beautiful dove. Right in the chest. You couldn't see any blood until you picked it up. You just saw the snow-white back, wings, head... then when you turned it over...
The Mom got really mad. The Dad got really mad. I got mad because they were mad. What's wrong with people!!! If the person(s) who killed the dove were still around, I'd bite 'em!