|Barked: Tue Jun 20, '06 11:52am PST |
|So far I haven't gotten sick from anything I've hunted, and Mom usually doesn't yell at me. My Aunty Shannon yelled when I put my kill across her office threshold for her. She didn't think almost stepping on a dead squirrel was fun! Ingrate!
Mom did yell at me yesterday, but I wasn't hunting, just scavenging: I found a dead animal at the park and I was quietly checking it out in the bushes. Then Mom called so I brought it with me. When she saw me bringing something dead -- she thought it was a rabbit -- out of the bushes Mom told me to drop it, but no way was I going to do that, so Mom came and got me. She yelled at me because I wouldn't "leave it" and then when she saw that instead of it being a rabbit it was a cat, she was grossed out. Why is it okay to eat a rabbit but not a cat? It's not like I killed the neighbor's kitty (although believe me, if I get a chance, that little rascal is going down) -- it was already dead.
Later she let me chase jackrabbits, so that was cool. I could probably catch one if they didn't get such a big head start. Gotta work on my technique.
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