Playing in the yard with the dogs, I left the shed door open for a bit.
Then - oh SQUIRREL - I got sidetracked.
And then I heard a commotion, the cat dashing across the yard and the dog inside my brooder.
There were no survivors.
So I am kicking myself. The what-is, the 'I should have' and so forth, and the mental pictures of the massacre.
I can't blame the dog.
She is a weeny with a dash of terrier. I knew she could climb over things if she wanted it bad enough. (she lives and will still be loved. She is a cute thing after all)
But I am nonetheless heartbroken over the loss of my chickidoos.
So naturally, I will postpone my picture spread.
dangit, I knew better.
Off to soak my pillow.
Then - oh SQUIRREL - I got sidetracked.
And then I heard a commotion, the cat dashing across the yard and the dog inside my brooder.
There were no survivors.
So I am kicking myself. The what-is, the 'I should have' and so forth, and the mental pictures of the massacre.
I can't blame the dog.
She is a weeny with a dash of terrier. I knew she could climb over things if she wanted it bad enough. (she lives and will still be loved. She is a cute thing after all)
But I am nonetheless heartbroken over the loss of my chickidoos.
So naturally, I will postpone my picture spread.
dangit, I knew better.
Off to soak my pillow.