I trailed in the wake of pups to the back door and let them out. Then I went and put my retainers in a denture bath. Returned to the kitchen to fill the bowls with kibble, then opened the door. Praline came running in to her bowl and Chuy pulled focus by charging right to Mochi's bowl for the morning chow-down. What was shocking was that I had to call Mochi, and here she came along, happily munching away at something in her mouth, which she promptly dropped when she was offered Chuy's bowl of kibble.
Young mockingbird. Mochi's first confirmed kill. I say first confirmed because if Praline or Chuy had killed it, they wouldn't have let her have it. I had one of those conflicted parents moments. I was slightly squicked out by dead bird in the house and yet it was cute and I wanted to take a picture of my baby girl and her animal in-stink. Removing the fouled fowl won the moment.
A little scrubby scrubby on the floor, take out the trash, blog a post and soon it's like I didn't get up early at all. I blame the mockingbird. Poor little thing. Never had a chance. Mochi's been training all her life for that moment. Today her low-slung little frame will sashay a little prouder knowing she's equal among her mates, able to defend hearth and home and to provide food for the pack if she feels like sharing. She has contributed! Yay, Team WEENIE!