Killing My First Prey

This past month, Mum has been crazily busy, and has been slacking in updating my blog. Her schedule has been packed full with action, with guests coming from overseas, and Dad being away (i.e. leaving her all the housechores) and also attending her grooming course at the academy. But I nagged her into action, so here goes...

While our guests were staying at our home, I made it a point to impress everybody with my hunting skills. With no formal training, no less. On one sunny Sunday morning, Mum found me acting kinda strange in the backyard, I was on a 'down' with a little furry creature in front of me. It didn't move. As our backyard is filled with wood chips, the furry creature was well camouflaged, but Mum saw that I wouldn't budge. So she came nearer, and wow, what a response!! She put her hands over her mouth to stifle a yell, and told Daddy to come out immediately. She jumped into the house to fetch the camera, and Dad came back out with a plastic rubbish bag. And lo and behold, it was a dead baby rabbit. Mum thought it was a rat and was so disgusted, but when they saw that I had killed my first bunny, I think Mum was secretly proud of me.

Of all the houses, why did that poor little rabbit wander into the backward that belongs to an Airedale terror like me? That question may bug me till eternity. Poor little fella. I suffer from the ocassional amnesia, so I really couldn't remember when I had killed it, must have been one of those evenings when Mum let me play out in the yard by myself. But what a kill for a first time hunting experience!! (well, ok not much of a hunting experience since it was in my backyard)

Other than that exciting news to report, I also headed down to Seattle downtown to bring my guests around. We went to the usual hotspots, Pike Place Market, the Experience Music Project, etc. It was ok, seeing all the crowds was nice, and I quite enjoyed myself, thank you very much.